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Im inna new whip you ain't seen it Finna hit the sprite with the remix (lean!) All this fuckin' Fendi, I'm the cleanest I'm so wavy make a bitch sea sick I can only pipe a bitch if she thick Pistol beat like Bankroll & D. Rich Two grand on these LV kicks Couple hundred horse power eat this Okay, you niggas wanna sneak diss Chasing after money leave me sleepless Type of nigga fallout for a weak bitch I took her to the crib let her eat this Billie Jean told a bitch to Beat It Up how she let a nigga beat it Would've told her she'll make a good parent Until she swallowed my semen I told y'all I was gon' ball I told y'all I was gon shit no stall I told your girl I was gon' call But here her number back cause it ain't happen at all I told y'all I was gonna rock designer I told y'all I was gonna get them bands And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends I told y'all I was gonna eat good Letras de cancionesI told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood I told y'all Imma count big racks Hop in my lane and Im grabbing the wood Told yall that I got the Mac, Steve Jobs All this motherfuckin' horse power Yee-Haw! Bitch I got bigger guns than T.I He told y'all that I don't, then he lied I just hit this blunt so motherfucking hard Your bitch just jumped in my motherfucking car Im authentic you's a motherfuckin' fraud And my clip is a motherfucking large If I take the pedal in this foreign Oh can't you tell 'em, I'm ignorant Use two be slidin down St. Lawrence If we catch you lackin' then we scorin' Pull up in that all-white like a nazi Lookin' out for police and paparazzi This bitch hotter than a taki Told her give me that A$AP Rocky Pull up in that all-white like a nazi Lookin' out for police and paparazzi This bitch hotter than a taki Told her give me that A$AP Rocky I told y'all I was gon' ball I told y'all I was gon shit no stall I told your girl I was gon' call But here her number back cause it ain't happen at all I told y'all I was gonna rock designer I told y'all I was gonna get them bands And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends I told y'all I was gonna eat good I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood I told y'all Imma count big racks Hop in my lane and Im grabbing the wood Told yall that I got the Mac, Steve Jobs All this motherfuckin' horse power Yee-Haw! Bitch I got bigger guns than T.I He told y'all that I don't, then he lied From Letras Mania