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(What's your favorite drug?) I like MDMA, quite a lot of this (What about cocaine?) I like cocaine, but sometimes When I take too much cocaine, it makes me very cold (Yeah?) I don't like that And the last week, I took so much cocaine I was sleeping the whole Sunday, and I wake up on Monday (Puff told me "they gon' love you, baby But that money might drive you crazy", haaaanh) And I ain't gonna lie You be smokin', I be drinkin', I ain't gonna lie I just need some bad bitches, I ain't gonna lie We ain't never had shit, I ain't gonna lie Wallahi we made it, I ain't gonna lie (I ain't lying) I ain't gonna lie I say, I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie I see all my homeboys here, so let me put my gun up Price on ya head, where do I get rung up? I be with scumbags, all about that humbug While niggas savin' hoes like dun, dun, dun, dun, dun Choke ya ass with nunchuks, trunk full of blum blums Letras de cancionesYoung Money, young guns, heroes, unsung Give that bitch pom poms, touch down my nigga Sittin' on my money, a junk pile my nigga Don't come 'round my niggas, don't come 'round my nigga We ballin, never commend dumb fouls my nigga We been hustling since Mike Tyson Punch Out my nigga Feds listenin', okay, that's enough about my niggas Yeah, sippin' on a little sumin' sumin', mind ya business Got these hoes waitin' while I'm doin' calisthenics And she give me head while her lips movin' a mile a minute And that bitch you kissin' on just came out the clinic, I ain't lyin' Nigga I ain't finished, smokin' on that good weed What's that scent? -- not a penny Montana, Corleone, Capone, Gotti, Nitti I can't show 'em how I do it, now only how I did it Lil Tunechi And I ain't gonna lie You be smokin', I be drinkin', I ain't gonna lie I just need some bad bitches, I ain't gonna lie We ain't never had shit, I ain't gonna lie Wallahi we made it, I ain't gonna lie (I ain't lying) I ain't gonna lie I say, I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie My dogs stick together like new money Gettin' new money before the blue money From the grave to the charts, shorty ass in the front Rose from the ashes, she flickin' the blunt Talkin' roof of the trunk, skip school, Ferris Bueller Hop out with the Smith & Wesson, don't front Shorty dyin' for the money and the jewels, lord Put diamonds in the sole of her shoes, lord Had a dream about a dream, suit to the sewer I ain't count days, let my days countin' truly All I wanted was a space ship chain dangle No money in her pocket, fucked her on the pool table Wash my sins while I'm washin' money Talkin' shit, yeah nigga, fish tale of the fishscale Ray Charles all black big versace shades Malcolm X double up, yeah nigga, domino Put the plan in motion, tints say I'm ghostin' Twat, tannin' lotion, yacht, Atlantic ocean Straight to his head, talkin' Reggie Miller shit Run up on ya yacht on the water, Captain Phillips shit We be smokin' on some water shit Swingin' iron Golf of Mexico drug dealership (Haaan!) And I ain't gonna lie You be smokin', I be drinkin', I ain't gonna lie I just need some bad bitches, I ain't gonna lie We ain't never had shit, I ain't gonna lie Wallahi we made it, I ain't gonna lie (I ain't lying) I ain't gonna lie I say, I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gonna lie I ain't gonna lie From Letras Mania