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Shit. You know? Mind on my money Mind on me too Mind on my people Nine on me too Got that cause niggas creeping Creep on me I sleep you Stay away from evils but there's necessary evils Fit cold Heart cold Don't owe you shit It go How it go Now get on with it Now move on shit Don't dwell on it If we said it's our secret don't tell on it Now I'm all the sudden a villain Girl you talented, a chameleon Your legs perpendicular to the ceiling But still I gotta say it's no feelings That convention cuffin in the past No I won't let you pass Letras de cancionesBut your shell is not my property This is logically my math Got this life sure I'll live it Isn't it a given The maturity in my decisions This nigga different The security we want in this love shit Not many deserve that's a dub bitch Back stabbed and front on this love bit You was mad, stepped out, gave it up quick These days don't think nothin of it I'm really that nigga and I love it Like really any city in public I turn heads like plates in the oven Microwave is what I wanted But the point was made so fuck it Got a plane to catch so peace out No time to chase no woman No time to taste no drama Only top tier champagne Got em lookin at my life and they life like it ain't fair mane From Letras Mania