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Only Blac Youngsta's out, haha (Ha, for real) That nigga was definitely talking his shit Ah, man, they freed Blac Youngsta, man Free Blac Youngsta, man, free Kodak, man Oh-oh (Gotcha) Hundred racks in the duffle Got a hundred racks in the duffle Louis V duffle bag Baby, got a hundred racks, throw 'em in the duffle In that bag came a Uzi with the muzzle If a nigga get wrong, he a dub I can't kick it 'cause the shoes might scuff Can't nobody get inside my bubble Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter Run it up, run it up, run it up Running with all of the niggas that run it up too Do what I do 'cause I had to do Call up my trap, the heat faded, I'm living through you Shout out my angels, the one motivated The one I called bae, and the savages too Thinking of you, pretty lil' view Thanking my troops, stand in salute My diamonds are blue Letras de cancionesI think my life is a movie, and you That nigga who shot me, he die in a few I hate the queues, I'm living proof Boy, how to do you? They living through me Eyein' the youngins facing the OGs (You dig?) I don't bang, I'm overseas Trips out to Paris, they greet like, "Oui, oui" Big Baller Brand, my belt, it be B [?] my chain is VVs I am the blueprint, the plan, the seed Cartier complement [?] tees All of the girls in the audience scream It's a Audemars wrist and it bling (Audis and Beamers) Hundred racks in the duffle Got a hundred racks in the duffle Louis V duffle bag Baby, got a hundred racks, throw 'em in the duffle In that bag came a Uzi with the muzzle If a nigga get wrong, he a dub I can't kick it 'cause the shoes might scuff Can't nobody get inside my bubble Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter Run it up, run it up, run it up Running with all of the niggas that run it up too Do what I do 'cause I had to do Call up my trap, the heat faded, I'm living through you Shout out my angels, the one motivated The one I called bae, and the savages too Lil' Molly Mean, viva la vi Captain, I mean, something I be (Oh) Saturn my neck, change [?] These diamonds forever, immortal, I be (Yeah) Mad in your back, watch your back, watch your [?] Two Xs from these nats like a [?] Wouldn't brag 'bout the bag but who made you? Thinking like the bad is hard, get moving Top it off, man, all in all Every circle gon' fall in Fall Everybody know I'ma ball She a shining knight, armor on See you got your guard and all Molly take your armor off I'ma keep [?] like a bullet full of [?] I'ma pull a motherfucker 'til my arm exhaust Hundred racks in the duffle Got a hundred racks in the duffle Louis V duffle bag Baby, got a hundred racks, throw 'em in the duffle In that bag came a Uzi with the muzzle If a nigga get wrong, he a dub I can't kick it 'cause the shoes might scuff Can't nobody get inside my bubble Shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter Man, shout out my shooter, my shooter, my shooter Run it up, run it up, run it up Running with all of the niggas that run it up too Do what I do 'cause I had to do Call up my trap, the heat faded, I'm living through you Shout out my angels, the one motivated The one I called bae, and the savages too From Letras Mania