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I ain't have no sleep in bout a week Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak I'm fucking with whoever ride with me Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see I dont owe you boy I got here on my own Back in them days I was out here on my own Now these boys dont like I'm on the throne Ain't no peace treaties boy dont call my phone Smookin on Tooka with my click clack for the chi-chat Fuck nigga you better get back before your ass get wet Niggas all about that chi-chat over that iner-nat I ain't with that damn chi-chat on that iner-nat Blammin at these fuck niggas like “Bow, Bow, Bang” And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain And I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings Finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings Put some wow-wow's on that range Put some wow-wow-wow's on that motherfucking Bama Hoes say I talk like im from Ala-Bama Nah bitch this ain't country grammer Jackson just like Samuel Did you read the motherfucking manual Lemme check my schedule Choppa go dududuh let go Letras de canciones I ain't have no sleep in bout a week Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak I'm fucking with whoever ride with me Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see I dont owe you boy I got here on my own Back in them days I was out here on my own Now these boys dont like I'm on the throne Ain't no peace treaties boy dont call my phone From Letras Mania