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I fuck with you real, still give a fuck 'bout a deal Two years ago I was starving‚ now we gon' touch us a mil' Bitch be the Luger‚ my steady‚ please get the fuck out my face I'm smokin' on somethin' that stank, I'm countin' my blessings today Bitch, you could die today‚ so is you gon' ride today? I got a brand new spot, call it my hideaway Bitch, I might hide away‚ I put my spot away I put a stash away, I put the Glock away Money and manners, move to Atlanta Yeah, she too fancy, she used to be dancin' How'd you get money? I shouldn't have asked You got a ass, lemme see it from the back I fuck with you real, still give a fuck 'bout a deal Two years ago I was starving, now we gon' touch us a mil' Bitch be the Luger, my steady, please get the fuck out my face I'm smokin' up something that stank, I'm countin' my blessings today Bitch, you could die today, so is you gon' ride today? I got a brand new spot, call it my hideaway Bitch, I might hide away, I put my spot away I put a stash away, I put the Glock away Bitch, you could die today, so is you gon' ride today? I got a brand new spot, call it my hideaway Bitch, I might hide away, I put my spot away I put a stash away, I put the Glock away From Letras Mania