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God, fuck, damn (Undefined) Undefined on this one You already know we're in this bitch, man Okay Yeah After passin' me some mid, I had to smack him with some forks Remember momma beat my ass because I wasn't doin' chores Balenciaga Runners, I ain't wearin' no more Jordan 4's I just went and got a plate at Taste This, it was torched So I'm eatin' four course Smokin' every night, I'm cleanin' roaches off the porch If you shootin' like you Danny Green, get up off the court I be steady 'bout my chicken, I ain't fuckin' with no pork, bitch Big dub, I feel like a dork Rolling thunder in the blunt, I be smokin' Lu Dort He thought the feature price was cheap, mission abort A female fan gon' give me neck, let's make it short Let's make it quick and swift, my package on the way Catchin' plays up in the Ford, like I'm Kenny Golladay Linkin' with a foreign bitch, we celebratin' different holidays She told me that she bi, oh damn, she go both ways Sent him to the sky, he gon' go to a holy place Feds look for evidence, so we ain't leavin' no trace Letras de cancionesI ain't Law & Order, but this shit is a closed case 'Member days in middle school, tryna go reach home base Like I took this chainsaw, she been givin' good face I remember bad days when I ain't have no pay 99 Overall, need a hoop mixtape Rockin' Helmut Lang while I'm burnin' all my Bathing Ape After passin' me some mid, I had to smack him with some forks Remember momma beat my ass because I wasn't doin' chores Balenciaga Runners, I ain't wearin' no more Jordan 4's I just went and got a plate at Taste This, it was torched So I'm eatin' four course Smokin' every night, I'm cleanin' roaches off the porch If you shootin' like you Danny Green, get up off the court I be steady 'bout my chicken, I ain't fuckin' with no pork, bitch From Letras Mania