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??? She know I'm caked up Fuck me cause my pay stub But that bitch ain't gettin' none No exit then I hit and run Can't box me in like Christmas You ain't real you switched up Make her pop a pill now she wildin' out like Nick, bruh What do you mean I'm trippin'? Pull out the beam, extended I get the green like spinach She wanna be in attendance I put in work, came out the dirt Know you niggas see me winnin' Smokin' that purp, this shit my nurse Got a nigga feelin' splendid Keep that grip up in my prada bag, lets play body tag All that pressure on me, ??? Now I'm pilin' cash Count it up that's like a hundred racks Make that money back Got some hoes just like I'm Thundercat They get none of that Nigga I'm Brooklyn born and raised But LA that's where I stay Letras de cancionesTurn that pussy yellow tape Tellin' the guy he's on his way Nigga no time to fornicate Babygirl I just want the face Nigga g-ridin' fuck the checks ??? ??? From Letras Mania