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My Gs rise up to somethin' You don't want nothin' We raisin' up all the bottles Cork get to poppin' for days We never have nada Just some noodle tomorrow For the stew and the spam and the plantain [?] And now we jumpin' the lobster with the linguini pasta Me and bros in the rave, only smiles on our faces We doin' our Shakka, that's no drama no drama With the watch presidential, that's Obama Obama I'm just doing me not you, doing me not you I cannot pretend I'm doing me not them Gyal up in the rave and the beat poppin' I'ma keep poppin', never been frontin' I'm doing me not you, doing me not you I cannot pretend I'm doing me not them Gyal up in the rave and the beat poppin' I'ma keep poppin', never been frontin' Got to many different flows so I'll just let them have it Yeah, there is girls up in the dance but I can't let them have it Fola told me, I should now my worth at all time Plus I'm magic with the wand so I'ma make her vanish All the girls that's on the table is where ushered in Letras de canciones'Cause they got it bad, they got it, they got it bad We stay flexin' and shittin' on these haters like they must be mad, they must be, they must be mad yeah Not you, not you Me not them Like we poppin', poppin', frontin' Not you, not you Me not them We poppin', poppin', frontin' I'm just doing me not you, doing me not you I cannot pretend I'm doing me not them Gyal up in the rave and the beat poppin' I'ma keep poppin', never been frontin' I'm doing me not you, doing me not you I cannot pretend I'm doing me not them Gyal up in the rave and the beat poppin' I'ma keep poppin', never been frontin' From Letras Mania