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Ronny J, please turn me up I fucked that bitch, and then bought her birkin' Instagram model, I swear that she perfect Still kick her out when I'm done, I'ma serve it I go deep in that bitch then she tell me it's hurting Fifty racks in this bag, made off one play Scale lil' AP on my wrist, this ain't no Day-Date FN right in the passenger, this my Date-date Stealing that choppa in the back of the bus, then I send it away Chains on my neck and it's choking me 45. Caliber in my pants and it's poking me She wanna suck on my dick, tell her totally Keep a small circle, I know they gon' fold on me This money done turn me sour ever since niggas told on me All these baguettes on my neck I make [?] feel like a got a coat on me They wanna ruin my name, ruin my image and not even knowing me They used to hate on my music now they calling tell me "It's growing on me" Been doin' this and I do it with ease Too many stars they can't keep up with me Fuck on a bitch, Uber pool and she leaves Still in the trap with the bats moving keys I fucked that bitch, and then bought her birkin' Instagram model, I swear that she perfect Letras de cancionesStill kick her out when I'm done, I'ma serve it I go deep in that bitch then she tell me it's hurting Fifty racks in this bag, made off one play Scale lil' AP on my wrist, this ain't no Day Date FN right in the passenger, this my Date-date Stealing that choppa in the back of the bus, then I send it away Like I'm best fashioned and know that a young nigga been holding weight I know she gon' eat up the dick so the bitch gettin' flewed out the state They getting moved out my way I cannot trip on a bih 'cause I'm having too much on my plate Put you on first 48 (Bitch) I got some snakes in the grass but that's all of my niggas, my niggas been slime I caught a op in the corner and I got my Glock [?] perfect timing And if I flash it is sparkin' behind and double park it I tote my guns in this bitch you would think I'm friend with a sergeant I fucked that bitch, and then bought her birkin' Instagram model, I swear that she perfect Still kick her out when I'm done, I'ma serve it I go deep in that bitch then she tell me it's hurting Fifty racks in this bag, made off one play Scale lil' AP on my wrist, this ain't no Day Date FN right in the passenger, this my Date-date Stealing that choppa in the back of the bus, then I send it away From Letras Mania