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Uh (Yeah, uh) Go, go (Yeah, uh) Go, go (Yeah, uh) Go, go, go, go (Yeah, uh) Go, go (Oh yeah) Go, go (Yeah) Go, go, go I walk in the Louis store, cannot be cheap Got bad bitches on me just 'cause my feet I walk in and you know that I reek But scammin' niggas that would give you a piece And I be high like a young nigga boardin' Good gas and it's all in my organs Don't need these bitches, no, they not important Smoking dope even when I'm recordin' Braids in my hair [?] Beamer car, man, I'm switching them lanes (Skrrt) Got good gas pack, I'm in memory lane A lot of real niggas, you can't fuck up the dream I came in this bitch and I fucked up the game A lot of money, man, I'm making it rain I'm a trap nigga but look what I became Lot of hundreds, got that shit to my name I dare you to pull out ten bands You gon' lose the dare 'cause I know that you can't Letras de cancionesNigga, these bitches stare at the racks in my pants I be trappin' hard making your rap advance Too much bands, you can tell my stance In the kitchen like Cloudy With A Chance Bad bitch don't need no implants I ain't throwin' money, you can stop all that dancin' Spending money on designer, somethin' random Getting money, man, this shit so random Mix the Ksubi and Louis, man, that's a lil' random These niggas broke, man, don't be an example Big dawg, not a kitty, bitch I'm trappin' hard, don't hit me, bitch (Trap too hard) Free the gang even though that they guilty I don't give a fuck, man, I still want 'em with me (Go, go, go) From Letras Mania