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Yeah Heard the devil a liar, pull up in Prada (Skrrt) Spliff in my mouth, dreads on my head, live like a Rasta (Bomboclaat) Stick in my hand, bang on the drum, live like a rockstar (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow) At the traffic light, tryna see which car go faster (Skrrt) I got the Wraith, I do not whip an Impala, oh (No) I make a mil', phone, SIM, and a charger Stupid boy, go sit in the corner Lower your tone, have some manners when you're speaking to the father My white G split your wig like a barber One phone call, then you're dead by mañana Insomnia 2 (Yeah) Dick in the throat, it's 7 a.m. (Oh God) I guess she got insomnia too Don't need a pot, whip an M in the booth If I'm in the stu' with Skeppy and A There could be a **** in the room (Baow) Sippin' this red, 'cause A bust K's My niggas stick to the truth I'm in the Moncler store Can I get the jacket with the fur please? If I am sittin' in jail Letras de cancionesThen I am tellin' them load up the servery Strap on me, Fashion Week In my new, huh, Burberry Givenchy, got racks on me And I came up from the fuckin' dirt From Letras Mania