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Surf Gang, bitch [?] Pasto Flocco, yeah She gon' slide to the left She fuck with a nigga, she fuck with the clique Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick She gon' slide to the right Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit I scare a nigga when he hit a clique Your bitch, yeah, she all on my dick New check, new me, new drip Lil' nigga, yeah, please don't hit And shawty, you know I had to [?] I catch an opp, nigga, that's a switch Shoot at the law, so you know it drips I'm runnin' the game, this is not a glitch That nigga a stain, that nigga a bitch Word on the streets, you a fake crip She gon' slide to the left She fuck with a nigga, she fuck with the clique Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick Letras de cancionesShe gon' slide to the right Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit I scare a nigga when he hit a clique Your bitch, yeah, she all on my dick Shawty, she ratchet, Shanaynay Glizzy hit him, make him do the nae-nae Micheal Jordan when I step back, fadeaways Sippin' two 4's, bitch, I fade away In the crib, yeah, she ate away She eat on my dick, yeah, she ate away She was suckin' on dick in the backseat She boppin' her head to the 808 You say you want money? Nigga, let's go Her pussy pink, nigga, like panther 100 bands in the foriegn, let's go Kill a nigga, leave him in a threshold I get them bands [?] [?] she pull up tonight She wanna chill tonight, yeah-yeah Baby girl, [?] She gon' slide to the left She fuck with a nigga, she fuck with the clique Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick She gon' slide to the right Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit I scare a nigga when he hit a clique Your bitch, yeah, she all on my dick [...] -We gon' hit up Vell for the bit Big angelic, nigga, you ain't it You a loser, you forgot how to win Tecca Vercetti, I think he my twin That bitch gave me back and her nigga name Jim Pasto said "Let's shoot the video" Nigga, where the fuck is the lens? Nah, I cannot change, 'cause I got a little chain All I know is how to stay the same You get some fame and it get to your brain So I had to make my own lane, baby I'm like "Fuck all this fame, baby" But my pockets, they gon' change But you'll always be my main, bae I'm gon' run it up with you Nigga run up, bro gon' shoot Bitch, I be drippin' from shirt to the shoe My shawty be drippin', rockin' 22 Reason why- [...] She gon' slide to the left She fuck with a nigga, she fuck with the clique Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick She gon' slide to the right Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit I scare a nigga when he hit a clique Your bitch, yeah, she all on my dick From Letras Mania