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Yeah Woah Why the fuck you always tryna stress me? Just because you're real don't mean that you impress me She like, "Damn, DC, boy, you blessed me" Do you still want my love? We'll talk about it next week Damn, shawty a star but only a little She give me top, she playin' the fiddle Between hate and deceit, I'm stuck in the middle, yeah, ayy She pop a Perc' just like a skittle DC just chill, it's only a little No, you struck off your ass, it's really that simple, yeah Ooh, gang in the back and I'm in the middle If you talk out your ass you get popped like a pimple Itty-bitty ass chopper, check him with a missile, yeah Gotta double my bread, tryna make a McGriddle He won't say what he like 'cause he really my kiddo Now my pockets too fat, yeah, them bitches on Lizzo, yeah Yeah, lonely star, lonely boy I just spent like thirty bands on that week In the hidden hills, don't try to check me Damn, in Saks Fifth, fuck the mall up with my bestie Damn, that's just a part of the game Letras de cancionesI feel like Russell 'cause I'm working so hard but somehow I can't get a ring You can get necklaces from me and every watch from me but can't get a ring I know the world is mine, I can't stand this pain So loaded up, I can't feel my face Family switched up, my world is on fire and I just stand and remain I got a plain jane, plain jane, yeah, I knew it ain't the same thing But when the money came, this shit changed Shit is so lame, but fuck it, it go where it goes If it's really a problem, I'm loko, and pussy, you already know I see five opps now that's five bodies We just skrrted off now that's five Mazis I just pushed the button, it's in autopilot Fuck the club, bitch, I'm tryna start a fucking riot Damn, shawty a star but only a little She give me top, she playin' the fiddle Between hate and deceit, I'm stuck in the middle, yeah, ayy She pop a Perc' just like a skittle DC just chill, it's only a little No, you struck off your ass, it's really that simple, yeah Ooh, why you always tryna stress me? If you kept that shit always one hundred then you could've fucked around maybe and kept me Blowin' my motherfucking phone while I'm up in the studio, that shit upsets me Girl, I got G in my blood, you can't check me I thought you knew that when you met me I see five opps now that's five bodies We just skrrted off now that's five Mazis I just pushed the button, it's in autopilot Fuck the club, bitch, I'm tryna start a fucking riot Why the fuck you always tryna stress me? Just because you're real don't mean that you impress me She like, "Damn, DC, boy, you blessed me" Do you still want my love? We'll talk about it next week From Letras Mania