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Too many sticks in the car Random text, I got his bitch in the car This Roberto, I got a choppa I'll do a nigga five in this Impala (Duse, make it slap) It get checky, I pour up and then dine Don't look me in my eyes, you should really call your mom We double parkin', should look between the blinds You think I'm trippin'? Boy, we do this all the time You say it 350, you should between the lines I'll strip one of these niggas on my mom On my choppa, you don dada It get real in the field, I won't bother Everything ain't what it seems Now everybody tryna leech But, bitch, I only practice what I preach Yeah, and it ain't nothin' new to me So, baby, come through and takе that shot for me Make it drop for me And thеy say that I'm a prodigy Fuck it up, no apologies We in the game, I'm on my ten toes I heard my brother got indicted for the flip phone Same night I missed your bitch, I took that bitch home And I done risked my whole life to get my wrist froze Letras de cancionesIt ain't simple, shout-out Drakeo I did a lot, so they can't tell me shit Like any competition, I'm ahead of it Got my brother fightin' life and he tellin' shit Why you all up in my comments? You irrelevant Everything ain't what it seems Now everybody tryna leech But, bitch, I only practice what I preach Yeah, nd it ain't nothin' new to me So, baby, come through and take that shot for me Make it drop for me And they say that I'm a prodigy Fuck it up, no apologies We in the game, I'm on my ten toes From Letras Mania