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What's your Cash App What's your Cash App Bitch, what's your Cash App Don't be trippin' off a Cash App Bitch, what's your Cash App All that paper What's your cash app Lil' D Uh They like damn, what the fuck How you do that? They tellin' me to deal with the tool I say "Screw that" But put the guns down I have beat a nigga blue, black I been there had a tik, no IG But you knew that Yeah you motherfuckin' knew Hell yeah, bitch you knew I took the condom off Cause I'm fucking with you boo I hate to see you go though I don't really need a crew I'm ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe Ok Racks in my jeans I got racks in my backpack Told that bitch to leave Letras de cancionesShe ain't nothin' but a knack, knack I ain't got no pressure with ya baby I don't have that Oh, you want some thirty-inch bundles? What's your cash app Twelve get behind me I ain't trippin' this a scat pack I just got into it with my doll but we past that I be in the lab going hard on my lab rat She a whole [?] face cute in the ass vat Damn, why your bitch won't leave me alone Uh, why she keep on blowing up my phone Uh, I'm a crop 'em out and get 'em goin' I won't make you famous I won't diss you in no song I'm rolling, pencil totin', window pokin' Smokin', got me talkin', this important Hold it, don't let him in the building I don't know him Roll him, like a Backwood, I'ma smoke him They like damn, what the fuck How you do that? They tellin' me to deal with the tool I say "Screw that" But put the guns down I have beat a nigga blue, black I been there had a tik, no IG But you knew that Yeah you motherfuckin' knew Hell yeah, bitch you knew I took the condom off Cause I'm fucking with you boo I hate to see you go though I don't really need a crew I'm ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe I fuck for every yeah [?] Type of nigga to fuck her raw and fill her up with plan-B's Type of nigga to fuck her raw until act like she don't know me Type of nigga when I'm through with her she do the hommies I'm the typpe of nigga I don't know what to do with 'em I keep it on me Ridin' in the space, cool, [?] I'm lonely Parkas on, overweight you niggas gettin' boney Parkas on, he ran the plates, they need a shine to clone me Uh-uh, you niggas can't come in Just spent 20k camo-fied [?] outfit We flyin' PJ booth from the project I put cheese on your head like Aaron Rodgers You think I'm in the fashion I be throwin' bullets, Lamar Jackson Runnin in the Philly, you in traffic [?] [?] flaggin' My nigga took the hit and the wagon They like damn, what the fuck How you do that? They tellin' me to deal with the tool I say "Screw that" But put the guns down I have beat a nigga blue, black I been there had a tik, no IG But you knew that Yeah you motherfuckin' knew Hell yeah, bitch you knew I took the condom off Cause I'm fucking with you boo I hate to see you go though I don't really need a crew I'm ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe From Letras Mania