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Niggas still acting like me, and I still ain't got no kids Niggas still sneak dissing, and they still ain't got no crib Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live Don't matter I got his address If I want that nig- Pooh, you a fool for this one I always rap about my I always rap about my Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Okay, he ain't talkin' like me, no way I always rap about my cake 'cause I always ride with my K I always ride with some drakes You always ride with some snakes Bust me a script, go down the way Brand new whip from out the way Can't keep your ho up out my face Now I sell dope up out her place Now your kids be doing my dance Beat your son ass if he go in my pants Bitches, they always tryna go in my stash But it won't happen 'cause I move too fast Shoot your ass if you move too fast Two more bands for a cool cool bag It got my bullets in it Ayy, ayy, and I'm gonna bully niggas Letras de cancionesBitch say she wanna fuck with Skuba, better have some money with her Nigga say he wanna fuck with me, that shit ain't happening Gang gang with me, and them the only niggas that's brackin' You other niggas be lackin', hmm, and ain't about action Before I dripped in this fashion, I was not giving out passes Not slappin' no daps, I was pushing packs out of traps Showin' niggas how to act, breakin' young bitches' backs, huh Niggas still acting like me, and I still ain't got no kids Niggas still sneak dissing, and they still ain't got no crib Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live Don't matter I got his address If I want that nigga dead, huh Now these dance moves, huh, got my chains dancing too, ayy And this Rolex, hmm, walked in and cashed it too, hmm And this double cup, nigga? Could've paid your rent with juice That lil' bitch that you with, she loose and don't do shit to your pockets neither You act like a nigga who grew up without a father figure I act like a nigga who grew up playing with choppers, nigga I know I'm a nigga who address who got some problems with me Pull up on me if you feel you got one, it ain't likely, is it? (Huh) Okay, he ain't talkin' like me, no way I always rap about my cake 'cause I always ride with my K I always ride with some drakes You always ride with some snakes Bust me a script, go down the way Brand new whip from out the way Can't keep your ho up out my face Now I sell dope up out her place Now your kids be doing my dance Beat your son ass if he go in my pants Bitches, they always tryna go in my stash But it won't happen 'cause I move too fast Shoot your ass if you move too fast Two more bands for a cool cool bag It got my bullets in it From Letras Mania