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(Quincy Tellem) (Yo) Real G's move in silence like it's bolognese My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (Yeah) Baddie with me come from outta way Fuck in the GLA, she made her booty clap Sippin' regular Dom Peri' ay, shawty, you'd be amazed Girl, you my Prada bae Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away I just keep it sho, she see everything froze We lit, they know, my clique, my woes Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes Still smoking these O's, I ain't cuffing no hoes Don't get caught slipping when you're on the main road Devil still lurking, you know how the game goes I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul Louis stepper, new season, it's old, you know She gon get me lit ay ay She just spent an hour on this dick ay ay Posing for a pic ay ay We be making porn in the crib ay ay They just buying Louis call it drip ay Letras de cancionesThey don't even know they look shit yeah Someone tell them buy a new fit yeah Still jewellery shopping, all my jewelry is lit yeah Money talks and it never talks shit, let's go Big face all on my wrist Coochie wet, I slip in GLE tint Came with meddling kids Sweets filling in sticks I Fendi my bitch I was down on my jibs Now I'm stepping like this (Like this, like this) I was the nigga that they was counting out Now I court a licky, they wanna sign me out Yo, take the milli' where the house I'm up in Bentley like the 'Tayga I might drive it out Big flicky, I brought the diamonds out Vogue model, she wanna ride me out Ain't speaking on what I'm finding out Yo, dig up the whistle they wanna iron it out (Yeah) I make her tip toe 40 on my neck, that's big show Need more money on my head, that's an insult Grew up as a sinner now we rich though Real G's move in silence like it's bolognese My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (Yeah) Baddie with me come from outta way Fuck in the GLA, she made her booty clap Sippin' regular Dom Peri' ay, shawty, you'd be amazed Girl, you my Prada bae Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away I just keep it sho, she see everything froze We lit, they know, my clique, my woes Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes Still smoking these O's, I ain't cuffing no hoes Don't get caught slipping when you're on the main road Devil still lurking, you know how the game goes I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul Louis stepper, new season, it's old, you know New Chanaynay, size 41 I got the funds, the means, the greens to feed my habits You can't come against what's already done I'm in the slums, should see the scenes, the fiends, the addicts (Addicts) Get my Roley out the green box I got a gallon of water, wrist watch like a freezer Buy the shop, can't make my G's watch We going London to LAX, LAX and then Ibiza Big rocks looking hefty In the polo club I'm on a jetski Phone call from the west wing Screaming "Free the guys!" until the guys free And my Bonnie cold like a eski We got matching Roleys and they Prezzie Put my girl in fashion that's expensive Still I pull up on you in the trenches Real G's move in silence like it's bolognese My life ain't been the same, I'm in my Gucci bag (Yeah) Baddie with me come from outta way Fuck in the GLA, she made her booty clap Sippin' regular Dom Peri' ay, shawty, you'd be amazed Girl, you my Prada bae Throw me lemons I'll make lemonade The plug and I liaise, I'm finna fly away I just keep it sho, she see everything froze We lit, they know, my clique, my woes Step too clean, spend a whip on these robes Still smoking these O's, I ain't cuffing no hoes Don't get caught slipping when you're on the main road Devil still lurking, you know how the game goes I don't trust a soul, nah, there's not a soul Louis stepper, new season, it's old, you know From Letras Mania