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Fuck with me (Free dem) Fuck with me (What they call you?) Fuck with me Call me Mr. Rose-Gold (Who the hell is Carlo?), everything froze (Yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (Word) Come and get you some (Yeah) Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want? Ion't ask that ho who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that loud, I'm gettin' stoned I ring my bitch, freaky text and wanna fuck "Bae, can I bring my bitch?" Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up Forty ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us? Dawg, weed, lean, and pills, this a one-stop truck Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched Somebody bound to make it crazy Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me? I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats Letras de cancionesI cashed out on that bitch Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch Drekk got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch Call me Mr. Rose-Gold, everything froze (Yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (Word) Come and get you some (Yeah) Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want? Ion't ask that ho who dick she on (Yeah, yeah) I still sell them bricks for low (Yeah), I fuck with that piccolo (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020, niggas know who killed the most Told lil' bro they scared, we somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust It wasn't easy takin' over but I had dropped my nuts I know it's some crucial bloody brothers that hate my guts We be whackin' shit for real, they beefin' for PR stunts So if it's up, then it's stuck Rappers cappin', got their yeekies in they trunk It's on my lap and I don't clutch So if I up, nigga, duck Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get bold Like my connect, fuck with them strippers, I got plugs on them poles Call me Mr. Rose-Gold, everything froze (Yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (Word) Come and get you some (Yeah) Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want? Ion't ask that ho who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck it, Gotti, get 'em both I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG) Keep that shit in Memphis (Why?), 'cause I'm down with my nigga If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnids And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners Call me Mr. Rose-Gold, everything froze (Yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (Word) Come and get you some (Yeah) Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want? Ion't ask that ho who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo From Letras Mania