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Yeah (Woo) Check your story every- (Woo, Superman) Check your story every- Check your story every- Check your story everyday, but don't want you to know Check your story everyday, but don't want you to know Cannot hide, cannot keep it on the super low Babe, my bad, hammer, nails, hot as hell, die 12 On the counter, DVR, I hope my parachute blow We was bangin' for the cameras But it ain't just for the video No, that Glock ain't got no safety If you know, baby, I guess you know (Huh) Where the runner at? Bitch, he tooked off with my heart Can you get it back? Whatever it cost put it on the card Rap game [?], lil' Diana Ross Hopscotch, don't step off the lawn, put you back in the chalk Humbly I ask for your forgiveness (Woah) Washed it up ahead, I hope you with it (Woah) This ain't Tom and Jerry but I chase the cat I was smokin' Backwoods 'fore they called me Bicky Back I'm the sun, I am the rain, I am your weakness Letras de cancionesI'm the ecstasy, the pain, I know you feel this Keep the ambience around me, I'm Beyoncé (Yeah) Hate the [?], baby girl, but don't you hate the game? Game, huh Hunnids blue, Avatar (Ah) She heard I'm a star (Uh, uh) I feel like Reba (Uh, uh), I feel like Rico (Uh) That Smino from [?] [?] I fucked in the car (Ay) She said I'm too busy (Ay) She said I'm too busy (Busy, busy) Like a movie star, I cut to my calls I tell 'em when it start (Brrat, brrat, brrat) Keep a TEC, I'm Vince Lombardi They ain't tryin' to convince nobody [?], I'm a zombie Rollin' the Caddie for ambeyoncé, say somethin' The birds been chirpin' since Motorola Eat it like rollin' some yoga, uh I know I'm bumpin' some bubbly Did it big, man, went over Really been tryin' since Frito I had a chip on my shoulder, I be on We did a lot today Big, big, brown [?] I'm pushed that you got away (Uh-uh) I don't record 'cause they be recordin' all over the calls (Ha, uh) I told lil' baby, "Let me pull up and the [?]" Little boy wonder (Oh no) Humbly I ask for your forgiveness (Woah) Tossed it up ahead, I hope you with it (Woah) This ain't Tom and Jerry but I chase the cat I was smokin' Backwoods 'fore they called me Bicky Back I'm the sun, I am the rain, I am your weakness I'm the ecstasy, the pain, I know you feel this Keep the ambience around me, I'm Beyoncé (Yeah) Hate the [?], baby girl, but don't you hate the game? Live in the present, that's how I present Down to the minute, down to the second Send me your private, be my Lieutenant Shawty bend down when you diggin' for roaches Came to my show when the crowd was just crickets Hopped out the smoke like, "Ribbit" Came to the label, signed to the [?] Signed to the label, signed to the time Now you offended, signed with the [?] Hopped out the lot, finna do somethin' different Ain't nobody fuckin' up the club when I'm in it Google the image Beatin' up the pussy like abusin' the British All in the Uber, playin' like a tutor Blowin' like a tuba, they ain't like the bitches Seen a lot of his go hotel, I can turn a hater to a witness Opinions can change, unlimited range Say my name, say my name while you're fuckin' your mane Everyday we in the game but we came to play Can't go down in Lemonade when you livin' this way Humbly I ask for your forgiveness (Woah)... From Letras Mania