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La, la-la, la-la La, la-la, la-la La, la-la, la-la La, la-la, la-la Li-li-li-li-little bit of Hen' in a red cup Tryna feel alive in a dead spot Little music playing in the background Little dirty kids with their hands out, hands up Little bit of twelve in the function Them opioids, them poster boys' Got a little bit of product in the book bag Lil bit, lil bit, lit bit, lil bit Lil bitch in the right spot, ayy Little kid with a nice watch, ayy Said he cousin Chris when he say he coming over So, my mama said to keep him outta my house Little kid with a big crew Dirty money, burning holes in his new Trues Tried to show me how to get it But I'm pussy and he know it, so he helped me to some clients With some new shoes, dead stock True Blues Need a new life style, ayy Need some food stamps and an iPad, ayy Need a cool whip for the late night dip spot Unzip, park with the seat back, seat back Letras de cancionesLean back, oh my god, ayy You too good for me, though Got a grip, but Abus make me think that I don't need those I play no games, can't save me baby, all about my paper lately All I did was monetize the motherfucking stares they gave me Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now Brandon and Avy with dates in the bio Sort through assortments, I never reply though Said she back home for the week from her college She pulled up on Travy 'cause it's been a while I grew up on Cudi, got fans in Ohio Smell like Seattle, on trains in Manhattan On Melrose with stains, but I'm out here for rapping So, how could you hate from back home, man that's tragic I'm, I'm, I'm still doing me, and I'm doing it well Now I'm twenty with a baby face and veteran sound I'm tryna better it now, I'm still tryna get my wack out And backpacks is in the back of a packed house You back track, but give me dap when I pass 'round Like it's a secret to break the ceiling in a glass town Admit it to yourself, bitch, you wack now Shit, yeah, enough of that now See, I had enough of this-that, hey See, I had enough of chit-chat, hey The bitch moves and the click rap When the check comes, I never miss that (Shit, never miss that) Spit facts, I ain't fairy tellin' on no bitch rap Pick a pussy, know a pussy, we see right through it See the pussy, eat the pussy, put a pipe through it Too many water cup kids making sprite music Oh my god, just save me lord This year y'all gon' pay me more This year I'm gon' make somethin' of myself What y'all take me for, but Sean's here right now I don't blame me, tunnel vision on a white gown Picket fence, my table in a nice house If it's forever, why you rushing on it right now? But right now Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now La, la-la, la-la La, la-la, la-la (But I love what I do, and we never come back, no) La, la-la, la-la La, la-la, la-la (What I do, and we never come back, no) From Letras Mania