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Yeah, yeah If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes My new whips look so related, my old bitch was overrated If you pop that pill, remember, niggas fold like huns and fifties If you on that cup, remember, niggas fold like— When I'm working the Ave., it's ash and fire inside the whip When I'm done, I'ma pass around the cash, go buy some more If I hit the lil' gas and crash and die, who down to smoke? When I'm working the Ave., it's ash and fire inside it (Ayy) Dirty nigga got soul like enzyme Snuck two pounds on thе inside (Fuck with it), ayy Trapping out the Mapco (Mapco), ayy Serving out thе Chevron (Chevron) Little nigga got caught with the heron Dog food and a word to my canines Heard a nigga got popped with the A-Rod (Yeah) Running to the state line (Yeah) I just put a blades on a bulletproof Range, I could cripple Liu Kang, it's on-on Via that drank, I ain't feeling my face, I ain't feeling no pain, it's on-on Baby, calm down, lemme deal with that stress on top of your head, yeah Baby, calm down, can you handle that high? Can you handle yourself? It's on-on Letras de cancionesIf I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes My new whips look so related, my old bitch was overrated If you pop that pill, remember, niggas fold like huns and fifties If you on that cup, remember, niggas fold like— If they talking about cash wassam, I'm down, they down, let's go I been moving my stash around 'cause opps is watching I ain't breaking my back, I'm lac, I'm lax, wassam, it's cool I been moving my stash around 'cause opps is watching Count it up mane, gotta mount it up man, take a look at this shit, it's on-on Hop in that drop, gotta kick in that box, put a click on that a stick, it's on-on Baby, come down, lemme deal with that stress on top of your head, yeah Baby, come down, can you handle that high? Can you handle yourself? It's on-on If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes If I wasn't rapping, baby If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes My new whips look so related, my old bitch was overrated If you pop that pill, remember, niggas fold like huns and fifties If you on that cup, remember, niggas fold like— You got a gun, what you gon' do? What you gon' do with it? What you gon' do with it? What you gon' do with it, bitch? I'm not worried about that gun, bitch, you will get blown From Letras Mania