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(CashMoneyAP) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, gee, gee, yeah, yeah Ayy, ayy, oh, oh Sheesh, sheesh Ayy Got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (Ayy) I said shawty from the village, bet he made the news Know you and I don't know nothing 'bout it, I just play it cool (Yeah, yeah) I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food (Ayy) Bitches say they love me, I know it's fake though (Fake though), bitch I'ma ride I got more than fifty in this draco, I'm inside We gon' live them niggas with some halos (With some halos), I'm not lyin' Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine, ayy I get busy with the glizzy, I'm not scared off y'all, ayy (Scared off y'all) Hide my face behind the tints, but I'm not scared at all I won't mention none of the oppositions, I'ma bury y'all He not sellin' out, heard that he snitchin', yeah he tell it all Oh-oh, yeah, ayy I can't do romance, bitch I been hopeless (I been hopeless) Ayy, trappin' on the daily, I need more bread (More bread) And it's Long Live The Kings but off with your head (Off with your head) Yeah, I grew tired of [?] and you can't hold it Letras de cancionesGot off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (Hate it too) I said shawty from the village, bet he made the news (Yeah) Know you and I don't know nothing 'bout it, I just play it cool (Yeah, yeah) I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food Bitches say they love me, I know it's fake though (It's fake though), bitch I'ma ride I got more than fifty in this draco, I'm inside We gon' live them niggas with some halos (With some halos), I'm not lyin' Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine, ayy Givenchy and Amiri, pop out fresher than an Al Toy, uh Dracos, Glocks and Wessons, we got loud toys How many shots? 'Bout one-four-seven, like I'm Calboy My lil' killa, they just keep it on 'em, like he got a [?] You know if I pour four in the mornin', that car it got destroyed We ain't fuck, I kicked her out, she talk too much, I got annoyed Tell you 'bout my life, bitch I'm a gangsta just to sum it up He ain't from the same box, can't stamp him, he ain't one of us I was trappin' in the cold, tryna catch another rush Pull up in that Bimmer truck, all I know is run it up Thirty in this Louis, feel like Glizzy, just for warnin' up They heard 'bout my city, they won't tell me, they ain't dumb enough Ayy, got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (Ayy) I said shawty from the village, bet he made the news Know you and I don't know nothing 'bout it, I just play it cool (Yeah, yeah) I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food (Ayy) Bitches say they love me, I know it's fake though (Know it's fake though), bitch I'ma ride I got more than fifty in this draco, I'm inside We gon' live them niggas with some halos (With some halos), I'm not lyin' Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine From Letras Mania