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(Buddah Bless this beat) Yeah More whips then Kunta Kinte Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets Hold up, hold up, she basic money stuffed in briefcases Oodle beat I creamate it I did the hook Kareem ain't it Michael mirie jeans and the pussy made me feen lately I just bought a team nigga rest in peace to fiend nigga Niggas ain't sippin on drank, sippin listerine nigga Pockets are 380 but this shit came with a beam nigga Straight from ATL World call me 2 Chainz Own my own restaurant I'on even buy food Own my own weed I'on even buy gas Got my own bitch I'on even buy ass Got the pain on me and I got it in the stash Bought my shooter neosporin his index finger gotta rash More whips then Kunta Kenta Letras de cancionesMade a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets Switched the plans ship sinking, dead friends Ben Franklin Pour an extra 4 young nigga man that shit dangerous Doing the dash while I'm Switchin lanes money what I'm thinkin' Got different fantasies just spent 60 thousand just for one painting Money tall now it won't fold up, it was small now its all grown up Ion like the conversation, fuck relations, hang the phone up Except for the ones I love I ain't never pick the phone up Petty pain I found the shine and switched the tone up This is the life what's good don't reimburse me I be givin' everything back that she gave then left me hurtin' And I know it ain't right, everything certain Just like everything jump in the Maybach close the curtains More whips then kunta Kinte Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets From Letras Mania