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Ayy, I get bread 10Fifty, I love you Hood talk This bread, ayy, you know I'm gon' get that The head, bae, you know I'm addicted to sex The ass, sheesh, been fuckin' with the best My gas rank, ain't talkin' 'bout no ass Penthouse ain't got no maid I'm guessin' you's inbred My shooter don't fuck with feds They let me out the gate I think I'm in love with Amiri He think I'm talkin' 'bout a bitch I don't think she heard me clearly Talkin' 'bout these racks and skinnies Bring out some racks to get her out my face She ain't store her nigga safe, I'm the reason she all bright today Broad day out, where your Cartier? He think it's numb, it's holdin' weight But that's the thing, he ringin' the bro Skeet, diss, and wish him well Pull up on his ass, droppin' shells All that envy don't look good, cut that out Tired of waitin' for a handout, boy, you burnin' out (Better go get it) Letras de cancionesKeep them folks up out your business, close your mouth (That's law) You can't get money in one spot, you gotta go out This bread, ayy, you know I'm gon' get that The head, bae, you know I'm addicted to sex The ass, sheesh, been fuckin' with the best My gas rank, ain't talkin' 'bout no ass Penthouse ain't got no maid I'm guessin' you's inbred My shooter don't fuck with feds They let me out the gate I think I'm in love with Amiri He think I'm talkin' 'bout a bitch I don't think she heard me clearly Talkin' 'bout these racks and skinnies Everybody tryna act like they know me I wasn't gon' be shit, what my teacher told me Got off my ass and got a bag, yeah, I showed them Went through so much pain, wiped it off my shoulders (Let's go) Spent my first thousand on Gucci shoes, I love drip (Gucci) Reminiscing 'bout myself, ain't no love here (Listen) Bitch, you dig what I'm sayin' with the biggest shovel Glock .40 hold a monkey for my rivals This bread, ayy, you know I'm gon' get that The head, bae, you know I'm addicted to sex The ass, sheesh, been fuckin' with the best My gas rank, ain't talkin' 'bout no ass Penthouse ain't got no maid I'm guessin' you's inbred My shooter don't fuck with feds They let me out the gate I think I'm in love with Amiri He think I'm talkin' 'bout a bitch I don't think she heard me clearly Talkin' 'bout these racks and skinnies From Letras Mania