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You better not raise your voice at me You know I got a pimp degree Pluto Draco season with the bookbag Backpack, got a little kick back Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back Lamborghini doors, but I never stop Fuck around got a nigga pissed off Nice little thot got stiff arm Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield, wo wo wo wo wo A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled, wo wo wo wo wo Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these meals, wo wo wo wo wo wo She thinks she the one, but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo I've been drippin' like a god with her I been dodgin' all the fly what else I been fillin' up garages what else I gave her a French monage what else Close your eyes eyes eyes Letras de cancionesI'm about to slide slide slide Wonder why why why I stay in the sky sky sky Pink Molly, let me dance with her Freestylin', let me dance with her Sky Dweller, it was sentimental Rose gold, it was sentimental Draco season with the bookbag Rat tat, got a little kick back Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back Fuck up my bitch by the change Brought me from trap house to stage I wanna jump in the air You know the love ain’t fair You killin' then show us the proof I already got the juice Chain different colors like fruits I like to hang out the roof I got to train my bitches I'm putting chains on my bitches I'll put some chain on some snitches I'm focused im back on my mission Flex on a nigga no apologies Molly all white, done gotta me Playing hockey with the ice in the major league Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg Fall back shooter like KD Back in the kitchen with the curry Pourin' up xan can't hurt me Pineapple drink lookin syruppy Fifty six night I was 30 Styrofoam cups same patient Heard you been talkin' bout the kid Knowin' damn well that’s a flagrant I cancel two bitches I got me some new bitches Come check out how I’m living I got me some new jewelry I got me some new drip Ain't got nothing to do with it I'll give my bitch to you If that what she mean to you Draco season with the bookbag Rat tat, got a little kick back Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back Draco season with the bookbag Rat tat, got a little kick back Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back You ain't never ever get you bitch back Yeah I cruisin' in the deep Im twisted up I got geeked Misbehaving with ya freak Can't tell she got teeth I was in her mouth like veneers Start comparing my career Designer flooded through the crib Business furniture for real I bought a Fendi couch for my kids They just want to plug a nigga wig Charge a half a mil for the gig Middle fingers up fuck the pigs Diamonds fallin' off my let me jig Never falling off and never quit I retired cookin' up a brick Certified nigga hot to six Who was rapping diamonds in the zone I was chargin' 10 for the strong Keep on goin' in on this song Keep an F&N at your home Lesson learned and we moving on I got firm niggas, Al Capone Got my Chi niggas on the horn Downtown Atlanta I was born From Letras Mania