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Yeah Oh my god, Ronny She gon' ride for me because she know I got that fishscale (Ooh) Peep the Louis, peep the Gucci, gotta peep the details (Yeah) This cost 50 racks, lil' baby, no this is not retail (Rack) I don't play no sports, lil' bitch, but I know that I cheat well (Oooh) Aye, hop in that ghost, uh I burn your ass like some toast (Skrrt skrrt) Run in your house (Brrt) I'm in all black like a crow (Brrt brrt) I got two shots so you know I'ma finish you She fuckin' that ho' and I'm all in her genitals VVS diamonds all over my den-i-tal Fuckin' on twins and them bitches identical Reach for my chain, boy, you must be rhetorical Knock yo' head off and you have a memorial VVS diamonds all over my Rollie-o These niggas know I'm imperial Designer die young, I'm all in Balenci Fuck a lil' ho, I doing no kisses All Fishscale, you would think I went fishin' Play with the gang, gon' leave your ass missing BB, gun shit, look like Baka One head shot, sent straight to the dark Letras de cancionesI can't shit, I ain't playin' no soccer FL, nigga we ain't doin' no flockin' She gon' fuck with me because she know I got that fishscale I don't pay no stylist, I buy everything on resale (Yeah) If he run up on me, I'ma give his ass a hot shell (Brrt) Yeah, with a hot shell, straight to your ass like hotmail (Lil Purpp) From Letras Mania