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Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, yeah Rockstar shit, little bitch Pull up on his block, on his street K.K.K. on my feet Young nigga broke, he ain't eatin' in weeks That boy eat in the street Right now, that boy havin' a feast Yeah, bon appétit Cook up, mhm, Chef Boyardee I try to [?], like a leaf It's a new year, but I'm makin' it leap I got the grip on the stick, like a Wii I got the gold on my neck, on my teeth Uh, shine, uh, I mean Uh, get blind, uh, for weeks Uh, for buyers, uh, for keeps Yeah, I'm tired, uh, yeah, ain't no show, uh, yeah In the sky, uh, yeah, yeah, let's go, uh, yeah Get that rye, uh, yeah, get that dough, uh, yeah Leave 'em red, uh, yeah, like a [?], uh, yeah, yeah, uh Poppin' percocets, she's tellin' me to stop that shit But I can't stop that shit, perkies got me feelin' lit All relaxed and shit, tryna blow her back and shit Letras de cancionesBut I can't love that bitch, you know I had to dump that bitch Doublin' back [?] Fucked that bitch in her back and I'm breakin' her bones Big ass gun put your ass in the ground You are not my bitch, stop hittin' my phone Ayy, she suck on my dick, got me hard as a stone Psychedelics got me in the mind zone I just want the money, just leave me alone Stop stealin' my swag, lil' nigga, you a clone Ayy, we came up, now niggas be hatin' Hop out the Wraith, how a nigga be skatin' Look at my wrist, how a nigga be bakin' Hittin' that ho', lil' bitch, I ain't cakin' Want work, now I got your bitch naked Run up, get fried like some bacon Shooter with dreads, he look like he Haitian [?] how I'm runnin' in, Asian Bitches be burnt, my niggas be turnt Your pockets be hurt, ain't nothin' worse Your life is a curse I'm feelin' like Kurt, no Angle Broke lil' niggas, fuck up your ankles Switch up flow, I feel a lil' uzi Set it up, I feel a lil' boujee She gave me that brain and threw me that coochie I throw a lil' money, she shakin' her booty I wearin' all Prada, she wearin' all Gucci Let the Glock sing, just like it's [?] I gave her the soothing, I'm rockin' the nudy I don't see me, shout out Young Nudy I don't see me, shout out Young Nudy I've been signed so how could you feel me? I walk in your trap like you already knew me I work on her back on I ask for that coochie Wait, wait, wait, wait girl, that's my jam Beat a nigga up, Def Jam I be in her back, like a ram Ballin' like Kevin Durant I be in the club, like Sams How that boy gettin' that money? I know that he broke Bro get he bread like under the boat He got the [?], I ain't talkin' 'bout [?] Yeah, we gettin' money, no float That nigga lame All on Twitter, he talk like he king I never heard of these lil' niggas, man He the type to just walk in the rain He said [?] He got somethin', lil' boy, stop the train I am posted up, like a crane And that shorty, she lookin' so pained [?] I'm 'bout that blue, like a [?] [?] You cannot see, I'm John Cena [?: 2:10] Digital Based From Letras Mania