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Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah Kyle, you made that? Whoa, aye, I might need a raise I might need percentage from these boys that took my wave My face is her inspo, she got all my pictures saved Local boys they talk shit bout me every single day Pop out at your function, 20 deep I'm like, "olé" Gotta lay my low, you know the boys in blue don't play [?] with my fuckin' money, I be on the way Back to your whole office like I'm [?] O-o-o-okay, I got room to play around I know you snitch on your homie, I know you ain't stayin' down Know my city stay the truest, but some dudes be fakin' clowns Thumbs is runnin' but in public, bitch boy you ain't makin' a sound I ain't hear a peep, been understood the streets And if I got some shit to pop though I don't say it through my teeth I salute the underground, but dont salute the underneath They ain't stuntin', they ain't buggin', they ain't nothin' on me I work all winter on me, I work all summer on me Coming through stuntin', old school buckin' two hoes While I'm puffin' OG Dress chilled cause I'm ruffed lowkey My threads stay rugged only Letras de cancionesYou wore the same fit as I did, It look tougher on me Gotta keep my silverware, there's way too many snakes Gotta peace of mind, I had to give em' what they take They want to take the prize from me, but they ain't on a shape They be silent, when they see me I ain't phased Whoa, aye, I might need a raise I might need percentage from these boys that took my wave My face is her inspo, she got all my pictures saved Local boys they talk shit bout me every single day Pop out at your function, 20 deep I'm like, "olé" Gotta lay my low, you know the boys in blue don't play [?] with my fuckin' money, I be on the way Back to your whole office like I'm [?] Yo, this is Big Juice Checkin' in with the homie Russell Brampton stand the fuck up It's 905 to the world baby Let's get it From Letras Mania