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Yo, pull up on smoke (Smoke) Like, "Who's got a problem?" (Who?) Two bad Bs on their knees And they're both tryna say they don't do this often (L-L-Liars) Hot boy summer, doin' hot shit (Hot shit) And I got the game locked, no locksmith Used to have love for them boy there And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin (Cold, cold) Yo, pull up on smoke (Smoke, smoke) Like, "Who's got a problem?" Two bad Bs on their knees And they're both tryna say they don't do this often Hot boy summer, doin' hot shit (Hot shit) And I got the game locked, no locksmith Used to have love for them boy there And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin Yo, bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym (Woo) You was in your crib or probably linkin' chicks (Yeah) Now I'm livin' lavish, bitches think I'm rich (What?) Eatin' steak and lobster, no more fish 'n' chips (Yeah) See my diamonds shinin' when I flick my wrist (Woo) This a different chapter, had to flip the script (Woo) In a different penthouse with a different chick (Yeah) You can really tell a nigga live for this #Winning (Uh), splash mad figures (Uh) Letras de cancionesGangland livin' (Yeah), Mad Max did him (What?) LV rucksack, backpack drippin' Rap mad lyrics, any track man spin him (Uh) Fat black dick in (Woo), had gyal trippin' (Woo) Brown skin girl, bend your back and dig it New whip soon land, matte black kitted (UIh) Late night road, on the back man's skiddin' Yo, back then she used to diss a nigga Now she feel she winnin' 'cause she's wid a nigga I was in her friend-zone, now my dick is in her Plus I'm fuckin' twins, I call it Sister Sister I was tappin' oysters, now I'm tappin' models I don't trap, I scam, I'm makin' grands at uncles' No lackin', fam, make sure the MAC is on you If that strap gets clapped, another man's in soil, whoa Pull up on smoke (Smoke) Like, "Who's got a problem?" (Who?) Two bad Bs on their knees And they're both tryna say they don't do this often (L-L-Liars) Hot boy summer, doin' hot shit (Hot shit) And I got the game locked, no locksmith Used to have love for them boy there And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin (Cold, cold) P-Pull up on smoke (Smoke, smoke) Like, "Who's got a problem?" Two bad Bs on their knees And they're both tryna say they don't do this often Hot boy summer, doin' hot shit (Hot shit) And I got the game locked, no locksmith Used to have love for them boy there And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin Pull up in somethin' with the windows smokey Lookin' all low-key (Uh) I tell a pussy, "Better act like you know me" (Yeah) I smack a pussy like they owe me I tell a bad B, "Bow down and blow me" (Woo) You say it's all love, come and show me Suck on this pole, do it slowly Hold these balls like a goalie You can tell me I'm your one and your only (What?) I can tell you that's a bunch of baloney (Whoa) Stop bein' phoney, you ain't gotta lie (Uh) And I ain't gotta try and put your batty in the sky Yes, between you and I, I am not a chatty guy Don't chat a pack of lies Just pucker up your lips and find the saliva And I'm satisfied that your cat is sanitised 'Cause my willy on the rise And my knack is full of vibe Tell you open up your eyes And I give you the surprise (Splash, woo) Nastiness I can't help, I'm a narcissist I worked hard for this You don't like what I spit, give my arse a kiss You see, my patience thin as the mauger is No patience, I'm not a pharmacist (Nah) And I was fatherless (Yeah), but I'm the father There's nobody harder, it's Dizzee Ras' (No) Yeah, I know what drama is (Is) Pull up on smoke (Smoke) Like, "Who's got a problem?" (Who?) Two bad Bs on their knees And they're both tryna say they don't do this often (L-L-Liars) Hot boy summer, doin' hot shit (Hot shit) And I got the game locked, no locksmith Used to have love for them boy there And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin (Cold, cold) P-Pull up on smoke (Smoke, smoke) Like, "Who's got a problem?" Two bad Bs on their knees And they're both tryna say they don't do this often Hot boy summer, doin' hot shit (Hot shit) And I got the game locked, no locksmith Used to have love for them boy there (Back then) And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin Risin' got that sauce, innit From Letras Mania