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Bands all fill my pockets, bitch I’m stuck in my glory Copped a Porsche Cayenne and then I stuck it on forges Sipping all this drink like we just got it imported Smoking on your rent and bitch I’m sipping your mortgage What it is Don’t play with me, play with your kids (aye) Accelerate, my shit wiggle like a little fish Let em hate, stop acting like a little bitch (aye) The shit we tote play longer tape on Datpiff Sosa, niggas hoes, give em ass shots In the field posted on the bad block (aye) In the spot, we got mad Glocks (aye) Niggas softer than a mascot (aye) Hit the lean than I snoozed off (aye) Red beam your nose, call you Rudolph (aye) Don’t make us push your cushion, you’re too soft (aye) Your bitch got up on my stage and got boo’d off You know you ain’t trapping hard as me lil nigga (aye) You know I am who you wanna be lil nigga (aye) I’m rolling hard up with my teeth lil nigga Dirty-thirty clean shit up like beach lil nigga [Chorus: Chief Keef] Letras de cancionesNiggas out here faking (aye) And I just want the cake bitch and My daughter want a bracelet (aye) so I just got to face it (aye) Roll up a blunt and then I don’t eat That is for the moment For the money, I’ll postpone it We warriors, no trojan My ice like police, it’ll freeze a nigga Got me cole like Keisha, nigga Now I’m colder than a pizza nigga Fresher than a kid on Easter nigga My bitch be mad I can’t reach her nigga With a bitch more yellow than Lisa nigga In the trap lil boy I’m your teacher Then smoke a pound for no reason Starring like she ain’t never seen a star 700 horse, you ever seen this car Fuck A’s and B’s, we wanted A’s and R’s Never let a ride hoe paper dawg Grand hustle, we on our paper trail In lower Kane Leaving tire trails Please don’t make us start burning shit cause we love how that fire smells Glory boys they up to something You already know we bumming Checks keep coming, steady thumbing My niggas ain’t for nothing Tripping over designer, Im so clumsy Going off the wall like Humpty Dumpty They tryna give me life they gotta chase me If you want me to show up you gotta pay me Remember when I couldn’t even afford a Tracy Now every fucking blunt be a Tray, see Put the Glock in the middle your eyes and your McGrady And after you go through them you gotta face me Niggas out here faking And I just want the cake bitch and My daughter want a bracelet (aye) so I just got to face it (aye) Roll up a blunt and then I don’t eat That is for the moment For the money I’ll postpone it We warriors, no trojan (aye) From Letras Mania