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P-P-Papamitrou, boy Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it I fell in love with this game and I married it Two hundred thou' for the Wock on a Saturday I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today [?] that bitch with the drip like a chariot Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various I gave that bitch twenty thousand for charity Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy I'm from the trenches where I had to get it I'm so used to trappin', I get it and flip it I know that you be actin', I know you ain't with it Bro throw me the package, I wrap it and flip it They say I got money so I'm actin' different Get it by my lonely, so I never listen Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin' Just leave me alone, I'm handlin' business Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it) Trap hard, we in the kitchen Diamonds so cold, I need a mitten And my niggas don't fold, they never bendin' Took a loss, but shit happens, I get it With the bosses, I'm payin' attention Told that bitch I ain't wastin' no time Letras de cancionesSo, no, I can't wait, not a minute And I pray to the Lord for better days I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face Got this .30 on me, make 'em run away, yeah Bitch, I'm gettin' paid I was in the trap whippin' shit like a slave Can't put trust in these bitches, these bitches changed On the block with them niggas, was goin' insane, ayy I ain't come to play Can't fuck with lil' shawty, she in the way (You in the way) No time to waste Gotta get to this money, I'm runnin' late, yeah Better keep a K Boy, these bullets get drawn like anime I'ma hop in that foreign and do the race Yeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeah Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it I fell in love with this game and I married it Two hundred thou' for the Wock on a Saturday I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today [?] that bitch with the drip like a chariot Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various I gave that bitch twenty thousand for charity Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy Woo, ayy Fuck on a private jet They be hoppin' this [?] with a jet motor (Skrt) Ayy, I just had bought out the plug I got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah I can't hop in with a scrub I don't carry dubs in none of my clothing, yeah I told this bitch to cool off She was overexcited 'bout my golds, yeah, uh (Woo) Chokin' the Benz, I'm fuckin' her friend They doin' my chores, yeah He fresh out the can, I gave him a wifey Nigga, that's yours, yeah (No cap) I sleep with a K and a couple grenades I'm ready for war, yeah Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR Racks in the safe, I'm stackin' like Lays My diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Woo) Go on your bitch, I could've just laid But I alley-oop'd to my homie, he ate (He just scored) That coupe the fishscale, he slimed out the plate Got fifty-two watches and I still come in late You a sassy bitch, but I don't go on dates Diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes Show me attention when I'm in your city I'm so used to fuckin' on all of your bitches Wanna fuck us since they know that we pimpin' Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the fifty Yeah, I work the backstreets in all of the cities I pay for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties Yeah, Skydweller get wet as Pacific I ain't sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, yeah (Woo, woo) Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it I fell in love with this game and I married it Two hundred thou' for the Wock on a Saturday I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today [?] that bitch with the drip like a chariot Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various I gave that bitch twenty thousand for charity (Yeah, yeah) Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy (Yeah, yeah) Look at my clarity, my diamonds is serious I got out of jail and I fucked on her period I know they racist, Gucci interior Came from a corner to ownin' my cereal Meek, we don't need a stylist Percs, weed, give me my balance Alexander McQueen Margielas (Yeah) I kill in the streets, you tellin' (Skrt) Don't run, don't run Make it home to my son (For my son) I be with killers who kill other killers I'm hangin' with Von You'd rather buy the bitches back I'd rather give a new house to my mom Some niggas rather pray to the Bible When I converted, I [?] with my palms See, keepin' my Glock when I'm in the field (Gang) Hop in the Track and I burn out the wheels (Skrt) I fuck with the gangster, don't fuck with my peers Fresh out the Jeffrey's, I hop on the Lear Grippin' that .40, not talkin' the beer Flawless the diamonds, I bug out the ear Really do wheelies, I pop it in gear Eight in my cup when I'm walkin' through, clear Mm-mm-mm-mm This lifestyle Man, the X just fuck with my pupil Just turn these lights down I'm just a wild, wild boy Chopper ride around for him I need my mils like Meek I'm a thug like Thug and and Cal, Calboy Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it (Trappin') I fell in love with this game and I married it (Trappin') Two hundred thou' for the Wock on a Saturday (Uh) I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today (Oh) [?] that bitch with the drip like a chariot (Yeah) Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various (Clear) I gave that bitch twenty thousand for charity (Gave the bitch) Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy (Uh oh) Mm-mm, uh oh Mm-mm, uh oh Mm-mm, uh oh From Letras Mania