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Yo JP You got the game fucked up like a glitch Up on your Nintendo Switch Run and tell 'em, "Chris, go and sell a bit" 'Cause nobody fucking with me on that higher level shit I ain't stunting for the 'Gram, you could only tell I'm rich If you hire a forensic accountant for all I'm making From all my limited liability corporations Hating all they can, taking what's on the menu All of it I'll be ordering for the lengths that I went to Pausing in not an option, my start button is broken So while your game's frozen I'm sparking up an explosion With my red-dead revolver that's targeting my opponents Boy, you're sicker than COVID, no argument, I'm the chosen Approaching the top, so the hate, I handle it often But still they turn the other way when they see this animal crossing You better watch how you play me, I got a gambling problem My body slamming the costume and put they mans in a coffin And put my hands on 'em and damage 'em, go check on my file A devilish child, master of this veteran style Ever since I took my very first breath of the wild I been aiming my bow and arrow at they necks from a mile I let it fly, let 'em bleed, I just kill and proceed Follow that Assassin's Creed with a trick up my sleeve Every syllable is billable, my billion streams Letras de cancionesIs making millions, I'm living my dreams, so I tell 'em like Yeah, ay, circle up Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up Better duck if you come around us Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up Ay, ay, circle up Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up Better duck if you come around us (yeah) Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up (yeah, yeah) I'ma set this bitch on fire, yeah Me and Webby 'bout to slide Got a date with death, are you surprised? You niggas getting euthanized How the fuck you getting crucified Over dumb shit you said in '05? Yeah Oh me, oh my, yeah Suck a dick and go die, hah Had to make bread like this with ya Time is running, nigga, tick tick, yeah I'ma get it over like a slit wrist, yeah This poem wouldn't make for a big fish, yeah I ain't saving these hoes, yeah bitch wish ya To be around me, that's a privilege, yeah So why you all up in my business? Yeah You [?], yeah I'm just California dreaming I get head on California king, she swallowed all my semen Sight was garbage, I was reading, no regards, you saw me grieving Okay, now the tables turned, I beat the odds and I got even, yeah The devil a lie, I'm one hell of a guy If [?] I do revs in Dubai I'm Beverly Hills on amphetamine pills Fur on my belt like Cruella de Ville They heads off the cheese like it's spreading on grill Fuck these niggas, ain't handing out meals My Henn and my stu, just went on my pills So I'm 'boutta get help, goddamn it, I'm ill Yeah, ay, circle up Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up Better duck if you come around us Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up Ay, ay, circle up Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up Better duck if you come around us Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up From Letras Mania