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My dog, Rico [?] Grill on froze [?] come up You heard me? Grill, gr-gr-grill Grill on froze Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Switchin' up your style, but you've waited too long Funny until now so it's wrong Basing yourself, and racing yourself in the name of truth What's true? Brother, baby, we've seen it all And we're tired, so what you want from me? Grill on froze Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Letras de cancionesLookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Lookin for the truth, for the truth, lookin for the truth, for the truth Tell me what you want from me Nothing can replace me if you're not taking my lead Better to be broken than in need, uh Brother, baby, we've seen it all And we're tired, uh, so what you want from me? Tell me what you want from me What you want from me baby Tell me what you want from me (Grill on froze) Tell me what you want from me (Want from me) Tell me what you want from me (?) Lookin' for the truth, for the job Blowing like the time, word of mouth Shawty told me that this world is ours Selfish with that pussy like it's mine Peppermint, double-mint, spearmint, type of shit She the type of chick to get right on the dick Ride on the dick, with no license and shit No relatives, sentimental It's detrimental, still compared to this relevance She the type of chick to get right on the dick Ride on the dick, with no license and shit Back and forth, wall to wall, usin' jaw Losin' drawers in the sauce, now On the clock, never off That pussy got, won't let her off, and it's all good Shout out my ex, though, she was the best, though Got on my damn nerves, hella fresh, though I bought that Guess shirt, she had that mesh shirt I turned it to a sweatshirt, throw on that sweatshirt She fuck with Earl, too, she fuck with girls, too, I fuck with her too Tell her quit the chattin', jaws made for chewin' If you fuckin' with me, bet you know what you're doin', like ([?], Get the [?], Grill on froze, [?], before they kill me, you heard me?) Pep talk, I like the dirty, dirty, the little, beat it, beat it Tell her [?] a whole lot of shit She'ill never get it [?] You know will let me hit [?] nigga bitch, he is very slick A millionaire bitch [?] The whole mogul rich nigga Pretty hate, I got choppas call me pretty Drake From Letras Mania