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Then we was at rehearsal I'm like, "we ain't gon' be in here all night" Y'all motherfuckers been learning the street [?] [?], I'm out Heh Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks Rich crack baby, now I'm smokin' Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin' shit come from my pops You gave me a hard life, but I ain't trippin' though 'cause it made me a star Pull up at the club out a bar, yeah And I don't even drink, I drink rock, hah, ayy Came here with a check on these bitches You know I'ma flex on these bitches Blue rocks 'round my neck on these bitches Blue racks, I'm obsessed with these bitches VS's, they bitin', they vicious Blue Rollie cost me 150 Slidin' dolo with my .30 with me And my chocolate bitch, my Hershey's Kisses Letras de cancionesFreshest nigga in the whole vicinity Fake friends, worse than real enemies Niggas from Scooby like, "remember me?" "Nah, nigga, did I sell you some weed?" I buy what I want and what I need "Why you spend all that money on jewellery?" Even though you was a crackfiend, mama You gave birth to a trap king, mama, hah You gon' always be my trap queen, mama, damn I mean, "always be my black queen," mama I love you to death, it is what it is Shit so crazy, you look just like my kids You had me shootin' dice when I was six Then I start smokin' before I was 10 You and my daddy, y'all made a trap baby I be cuttin' all of these niggas out lately Throw 50 racks, watch the scrippers go crazy No money involved, then I don't got the patience Unlike LeBron, can't shit stop me I was by myself, they was 80 when they shot me, heh I smell pussy, I smell pussy Sittin' in the Rolls-Royce smokin' a blunt of cookies I woke up this morning and put on all Chanel I still got my plug on standby and my scale I still got my plug on standby and my scale I still got my plug on standby and my scale Hah, yeah Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks Rich crack baby, now I'm smokin' Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin' shit come from my pops You gave me a hard life, but I ain't trippin' though 'cause it made me a star From Letras Mania