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Ayy AP bless em Ain't no church service Got them heads bumpin To these dirt curses All that ice that you rocking Is water soup for my dinner When I be out in the public Im snatching purses in wintertime I be hot as the beat Clap No running the beat Back Might do it in one take Don't sell where you sleep at I beat it til blood leaking Im clipping My brother tweaking Off molly A little xanny Ain't listening when Ho's speaking My wrist gon' shine like dandelion We got hits on hits like vandelise And I work to hard Ain't handed mine Letras de cancionesSo them kids all singing my fancy rhymes My wrist gon' shine like dandelion We got hits on hits like wanderlei's And I work to hard Ain't handed mine So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes It goes Ain't no pranks Yeah I'm with my shit My team crank Your team ain't it Called up chief and he said its lit Got no money Dont rate my fit I treat the verse like dera Do a good job Y-double-k to the tip Got my hood on I need it stitched on my sweater No gildan Amateurs know better Pro's in my club Too high No luck Wake up Screwed up Lace up Suit up Im fit To go Tulou Got dirt on soles My shirt got holes Like swiss Tulou tulou Excuse me ho I need to get my space I go Run up these cheques Like I wanna death threat Like "Gimme 5 racks and he's safe" But what's a safe without a rack or three I need a way to make my bank concrete I see the way that they all act round the team If you ask me We ain't in the same league My wrist gon' shine like dandelion We got hits on hits like vandelise And I work to hard Ain't handed mine So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes My wrist gon' shine like dandelion We got hits on hits like wanderlei's And I work to hard Ain't handed mine So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes My wrist gon' shine like dandelion We got hits on hits like vandelise And I work to hard Ain't handed mine So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes My wrist gon' shine like dandelion We got hits on hits like wanderlei's And I work to hard Ain't handed mine So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes It goes Ain't no pranks Yeah im with my shit My team crank Your team ain't it Called up chief and he said its lit Got no money Dont rate my fit From Letras Mania