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Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah) He got smoked like a loosie (yeah) Ride the wraith like a hoopty (yeah) I been feelin’ like, I been feelin’ like Tunechi Coming live from the 5-0-4 Bad bitch in my mentions with a mill on the floor Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi no more Young niggas still grindin, I’m the mufuckin’ GOAT I been feelin like Tunechi, huh I been feelin like, yeah, fuck em’ Let me get in my bag, duffle Eat that bitch like the last supper Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi Got me feeling like yeah fuck em’ Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money I took the top off the McLaren, and lettin’ the gun show Walk in my bathroom, I step in the drug store Treat the 200 for y’all like a tug boat, who want smoke? Yeah, cause the bullet be drippin’ like snot from a snub nose I may write my main rifle a love note I told you right from the start from the front door I told her right from the pump, it’s a gun show It’s me a Lil Richard, we defeating some bitches We stick to the code like Leonardo da Vinci Many men they wishing death upon me Letras de cancionesBop, bop, bop, give em’ three wishes I need me a bitch, that be needing them bitches Fresh play the pussy, I ain’t cleaning the dishes Chess play the buzzum, yeah I skeet on them titties Cream and delicious, more baby than a pediatrician Poor days, I be leaning I miss em’ Big trippin, put the beef in the skillet I passed the whip and I got tea on the glitzy Like no way can’t believe that I’m serious Like no way can’t believe what I’m feelin’ Don’t play, they don’t need to play with me OJ on the beat like it fit me Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah) He got smoked like a loosie (yeah) Ride the wraith like a hoopty (yeah) I been feelin’ like, I been feelin’ like Tunechi Coming live from the 5-0-4 Bad bitch in my mentions with a mill on the floor Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi no more Young niggas still grindin, I’m the mufuckin’ GOAT I been feelin like Tunechi, huh I been feelin like, yeah, fuck em’ Let me get in my bag, duffle Eat that bitch like the last supper Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi Got me feeling like yeah fuck em’ Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money Weezy F bitch, don’t forget the baby Big Tunechi, why it cost 480 And I’m still screaming “fuck you, pay me!” I been feeling like Tunechi, boy the Maybach Mercedes I’m in the Truckfit I might fuck on a bitch and I make her lit Man, I feel like Tha Carter, really rich Keep it real, 100, I can never switch Few years of work turn to a boss in this bitch I go platinum just talking my shit My bitch too bad, get a bag if she throw a fit (bag) I’m the GOAT killer, rappers get their throat slit Count another fifty mill like oh shit Bank account getting heavy like a gold brick I might buy a Bugatti Feelin like Tunechi, baby momma get a big body Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah) He got smoked like a loosie (yeah) Ride the wraith like a hoopty (yeah) I been feelin’ like, I been feelin’ like Tunechi Coming live from the 5-0-4 Bad bitch in my mentions with a mill on the floor Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi no more Young niggas still grindin, I’m the mufuckin’ GOAT I been feelin like Tunechi, huh I been feelin like, yeah, fuck em’ Let me get in my bag, duffle Eat that bitch like the last supper Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi Got me feeling like yeah fuck em’ Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money From Letras Mania