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V12, y'all chose to go fast in it Turn it up, bet I got somethin' bad in it (Ten11) Prada store, I go crazy like I'm mad in it I could have a lot of bitches pull up at the last minute Hangin' with them lame ass niggas, I can't bear with it I stole four grams in my wood, I don't tear shit Top of the mountain, big cappin', feel the air hit Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks Everywhere I go, bitches askin' who I'm there with What you mean who I'm with? Bitch, you too nosey Runnin' 'round the lobby like my brother, first name Cody Fuck it, runnin' 'round the lobby like Mr. Moseby Made another Oakland, nigga, I don't even wear Oakleys Ridin' 'round with a ski mask like my name Stokeley Niggas tryna get in the gang, but you can't cost me Ridin' 'round on some bad grades like I didn't study Gotta die alone with regardless, I don't need buddies Niggas used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy Closin' curtains in the double R, it got too sunny Let these lil' niggas know what's up like I'm Bugs Bunny 'Lotta blues, and I'm still countin', this that blood money Told her if she love me, gotta suck it 'til her nose runny Letras de cancionesDropped too many lines in this cup, damn, I'm so clumsy Said them VVS's, but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy? Twelve-hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody I been out cheatin' all day, hey, I'm home, honey Yeah, she kinda bad, but I told her, "Its' the throat for me." NIA with Yachty, yeah, I told him, "Bring a boat for me" Got a lot of gas, make a bad bitch roll for me Thirty-two hundred on a jacket, it got cold for me Real stepper, I got corns on my top After tryin' to be faithful, I got bored with these ho's I ain't gotta break the deal with these ho's I won't let her spend a night, how you live with that ho? I ain't gotta shut the deal to these ho's Make her leave her in the same dress she came in Everybody love me, they love me like Raymond Talked like a Shaman Cartier, it's not a Ray-Ban's, bitch Claimin' that they real, but they whole body fake (It's Fake) Walk up to the thickest bitches, let me be your pradabae (Your pradabae) You can fuck, you can suck, I can't take you on no date (Take you on no date) All my bitches mad about my other ho's, I need a break (I need a break) Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt, I went Bape (I went Bape) Niggas clout chasin' pillow talk to ho's, that shit gay (That shit gay) YSL, they gon' 'em walk through the back, better not play (Better not play) I'm a product, they keep yellin', "Welcome back!" Like I'm mace (Like I'm mace) Haha Us, bitch From Letras Mania