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DigitalRamz Hahaha (You really did this DigitalRamz) (Woo!) On god, on god! Petty Wap! Hol' up On this note, N7's gonna go crazy Big bank roll, and the cookie blunt stuffed I'mma hit it from the back, felt a nigga in the gut N7, Petty Wap, we ain't never gave a fuck I'mma get it out the mud, niggas runnin' up a muck When it's talk about drugs, I'mma hit 'em from the bus Put a bomb on his head, watch a motherfucker bust Give a fuck about a lil nigga tellin' me who to trust Catch him lacking with the pack, watch 'em get a bitch up (On god!) Did it, we did it Keep touring the fifties Put two on the shirt, I ain't work for no pity Smoking on sticky, she sucking my dick And she pull up her shirt so I bust on her titties Niggas is iffy, y'all look like some piggies Catch me 'round them niggas, I heard that they snitching You got a problem, I call up my brothers Don't call me your brother Letras de cancionesDon't call me your brother, you niggas is broke I move like the pope, it's Pwap, the goat I'm a real ass nigga, ain't spent a penny on a ho Need 10 for a show, remember sleeping on the floor Now I fly to different states, and they give a nigga dome Bad lightskin hoe, show her titties front row Never wolfing on the gang, I remember G-code Petty-Marshawn Lynch, nigga goin' beast mode (On god!) Shoot up the bar, shots got 'em tipsy Load up the car, hunnid round clippers She got menage, but the bitch white, Iggy Pulling phone calls, get right with you Pulling phone calls, I'mma get right with you Slide to a nigga yard if a nigga got an issue I'mma wipe a nigga nose like the last piece of tissue I'mma fuck a nigga daughter, I'mma slaughter nigga's princess(Ay) These bags on the mat, I got cheese in my pockets, drive me to the packs I ball like the Lakers, my pockets look fatter You work at McDonalds, your pockets look sadder These magic my diamonds, my jeweler a dancer She love smoking backwards and she suck it backwards I feel like Lil Yachty, you niggas is pussy I see it, I feel it, I know it, I smell it, you know it He feel like Lil Yachty, I feel like N7 Put on for my city, but niggas still jealous I bounced a few bitches, don't answer a question I blocked a lil bitch, then I delete the message I am a real nigga, need viewer discretion Never leave my gang, only brothers in my section I told my little brother I'm a lethal weapon Now I'm eating good, ain't no need for no stressing (Ay) Every day pay-day, I got the sauce Tatted up fat nigga, with the bread, Rick Ross Bust down a thot, or bust down the watch Niggas claiming that they hard, I [?] now he soft Bust on her back after I fuck her raw (On god, on god, on god, on god!) He call me somet'in, I fuck his mom Got a thick black bitch, call her Nicki Minaj Lil biddy bih' don't know how to use manners This suppressor sound like I opened a Fanta Her mouth full of dick, so she look like a hamster I'm minding my business, she using the camera (On god) It's Pwap and N7, I'm feeling real selfish These bitches be needing and asking, I'm helpless The pack came in ugly, it just made me welt Treat him like a cannon, he burning, he melting I fucked on his girlfriend, he no happy camper My baby got booty, it look like a Pamper This 40 no drum, I only make slappers I feel like Deontrae, don't feel like no rapper (On god, on god!) Bitch, I don't feel like no rapper You are not a shooter, boy, you are a capper She told me be gentle, Pwap had to slap her Yes, I run my city, Pwap is the master (Talk to 'em Petty Wap!) Jackboii, Jackboii, Jackboii, Jackboii From Letras Mania