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Sammyboy! Uh, uh, damn, uh, damn Yeah, racks in the bag She saw me, had a heart attack Stop taking my swag Can't really take my shit, nigga Cause y'all not cut like that You know I'm cutthroat, man You know I'll cut yo throat, man Bitch, I know I'm the man But I was once just a fan Niggas don't wanna admit they problems Cause they not real men Y'all wanna run it high Y'all wanna get real, man Y'all got fucked up pride That's why I just popped a seal, man I'm just chillin' (I be gone) I'm just chillin' (Go, go) Uptown, nigga, I'm getting money, I love the feeling Coolin' in my city, nigga, where it's hella killings Free my nigga, man, I hope that pill come in I'm finna shoot a motion picture, Thomas Edison I just feel like Plies, baby you can be my medicine (Medicine) Letras de cancionesI like this hoe, but she look like Taraji P. Henson Nigga, I'm my own boss but I ain't 'none like Benson Pinky ring, pinky ring Got me wet, got me drippin' And a nigga gotta get high Gotta get high to the sky When the fuck you gon' open yo eyes? 30 round hit you, and you know you gon' fly I'm smoking exotic, smoking Cherry Pie I'm too high, sing a lullaby (Huh) I'm finna catch this nigga in a parking lot I'm doing donuts in the parking lot I just served a nigga in the parking lot Ridin' round nigga with a fuckin' Glock Coolin', smoking dope on a beanbag Serving junkies, got the beanbag And I know trappin will never be dead Makin' plays nigga till my phone dead Y'all wanna run it high Y'all wanna get real, man Y'all got fucked up pride That's why I just popped a seal, man You know I'm just chillin' You know I'm just chillin' Hell yeah, I'm chillin' (Woah) Uptown, nigga, I'm getting money, I love the feeling Uptown, nigga, I'm getting money, I love the feeling Up-Uptown, nigga, I'm getting money, I love the feeling Uptown, nigga, I'm getting money, I love the feeling (Feeling) Well, Duwap, you sound mad as fuck This nigga hell From Letras Mania