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I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh All my niggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh (Wheezy outta here) Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I don't give a fuck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh I made that shit back, yeah, uh Dior on my outfit Only wore it once, shit, I wasted all my cash, yeah I don't give no fuck 'cause I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah, uh I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah Look at your bitch and the way that I hit her, I think she in love Talkin' that shit, you get thrown like a double or hundred in the strip club All of my niggas gettin' money all day, I told ya, I told ya You don't want no problems, I'm with soldiers, uh, huh, yeah .150 with me, with me, choppers with me, with me Tell 'em come get me, get me That lil' bitch need to suck my dick, won't give her no kissy, kissy Suck on my dick so hard I thought she left a hicky, hicky Woo, she a thotty thats a icky, Vicky Wishin' for that burner feel like Tiimmy, Tiimmy Letras de cancionesI remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh All my niggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I don't give a fuck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh I made that shit back, yeah, uh Dior on my outfit Only wore it once, shit, I wasted all my cash, yeah I don't give no fuck 'cause I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah, uh I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah From Letras Mania