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A home worth stayin' at In my lifetime Uh, blow me like confettis On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin' winnin' Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic Ain't got time to give a fuck or worry 'bout my image I'ma cut it off if I ain't gettin' nothin' from it Ayy, got my mother's face and my father's confidence Walkin' 'round the party, always lookin' like the perfect blend Got my right hand with me, I will never need to fuck no fans Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil' bad bitch just turned 29 I'm only fucking for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye Mmm, if you listenin', congrats, you just discovered fire I looked at the clock, guess what, lil' bitch? It's time to die She behind on rent She got two jobs and a kid and still got time to give me neck You wear loafers to the club, don't tell me you deserve respect You use internet to hate, I used that shit to change my fate (She gon') Letras de cancionesBlow me like confettis On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy) Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, bitch Your dream don't mean shit if it just turns into excuses, bitch (Bitch) I'm just talkin' facts, I'm just tryna make shit that'll flabbergast I've been rappin', all you doing's talkin' fast Man, I'm sure you could prolly do more than that And I still got that rum up in my system 4-5 proof, that shit is so hittin' He want problem, I'ma throw fist then Told that bitch send me the location Ass fat, she need attitude fixin' I'm sick, I got terminal trillness My next album, call that shit Hit List I kill shit and you are my witness Blow me like confettis On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin' winnin' Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic Ain't got time to give a fuck or worry 'bout my image I'ma cut it off if I ain't gettin' nothin' from it From Letras Mania