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BrentRambo Ain't going out sad, man, I'm too damn happy You said pull up on you, man, just pull up on me I got all these damn rackaids, let's go shopping today About my gang, I don't play Put them hundreds in your face In that bitch so let's race Snoop Dogg, smoke weed every day That's your ho, your bae Two times two, yeah, that's where I stay Runnin' from 12, gotta get away Trap too hard, check my resume I'm a young ass kid, just made thirty K Flex up a ton, no debate Shut the fuck up, nigga, you not gettin' paid Finna ride on the Southside when it's late (Go, go) You gotta go to the laundromat just to wash your fucking clothes And I'ma miss them days when I was pourin' up a four You can't call yourself a trap lord if you don't trap, nigga, twenty-four I walk up in the projects, I knock right on the door Bankroll, too many Os Every day in the trap, we not closed You broke as fuck, where the fuck is your clothes? Bad lil' bitch and I got her a rose Pushin' to start it Letras de cancionesBands on the carpet I'm right in this mansion, you in them apartments Your bitch slow, man, she acting retarded Pushin' to start it Bands on the carpet I'm right in this mansion, you in them apartments Your bitch slow, man, she acting retarded From Letras Mania