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Ayy, yeah Zaytoven, goddamn (Yur) What you on though? (Yur) Gettin' guap right? (Yur) Thanks for the care package nigga (Yeah) Dropped down in a nick of time (Huh, huh, huh) Got them Perc's, we don't pop em' though (Huh, huh, huh) Do this shit for real nigga (Gang) [Verse 1] I'ma let my pants sag, shawty I'ma let my pants sag, shawty She like "why you let your pants sag?" This that F&N swag Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag Just another day, just another day My kicks a thousand grams [?], pants cost me them bands dad I weren't giving a damn, miss, pardon me, you startled me My chains filled with currency, ice attack, emergency Turn this bitch to a murder scene, hurry please, he burgundy Shirt off, a lotta tax, I can smoke a hunnid racks Got Chief Sosa [?], I switched that, quit smokin' that Eighty racks in these fuckin' jeans make my pants sag Chain swag, chain swang, wrist go Range fast [?], cash in these dragon pants Letras de cancionesF&N hangin' out my pocket give you bad skin Red Porsche with fog lights and the [?] Nigga run up on us, hang him upside down and shake his ass [Chorus] I'ma let my pants sag, .40 make my pants sag F&N make my pants sag, ratchet make my pants sag I got so much jewelry on me, I get so much money, homie I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone Pants sag, pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag I got too much jewlery on me, got too many shots on me Pants sag, pants sag, damn, I got a stupid swag If you let them get it first, up your cock, shoot it back ... From Letras Mania