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Yeah, yeah, yeah [?] Yeah, yeah, yeah [?] Ayy Walked in, bitch, I'm geeked up (Geeked), come on (Let's go) Feet up in a Maybach (Sheesh), come on (Ayy) Live life, you should see some (Should), come on (See me) Who the one who turn my city up? I'm the one (Yeah) Touchdown, hop out the flight, I'm home (Okay) Call this ho but by midnight, I'm gone (Okay) Up late tryna rewrite my wrongs (Okay) Switchin' lanes, never switchin' what's under my clothes (Geeked, geeked, geeked) Ayy, bring the party 'round me, shit, I'll, shit I'll fuck it up I told my momma, "Take more vacations, I done doubled up" (Who?) Who else but me, got my back? Yeah, I'm holdin' up (Oh) Looked up, thanked God, that I made a mill' before I ever gave a fuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Walked in bitch, I'm geeked up (Geeked), come on (Yeah) Feet up in a Maybach, come on (Come on) Live life, you should see some (Yeah), come on (Yeah) Who the one who turn my city up? (City up), I'm the one [Post-Chorus / Bridge] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah) Letras de cancionesTruth is, really not too sorry 'bout this [?] (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Big ol' booty, bubble, I can never fumbl, yeah(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Been mindin' my business and swervin' these bitches I learned from the past but I'm far from finished I rose from the ash, I'm smokin' on killer The truth is attached, they wanna conceal it I'm turnt to the max, no Henn' in my liver Big up the bag but cry me a river You [?], my spirit Margiela I'm readin' Ram Dass, I'm bumpin' Griselda (Do what [?]) Your body ain't built like this, got still with a filth light bitch I smell like guilt, shit get real Irish when I move to the mountains but I'm knee-deep like kill Walk through the valley of dead, with a cross on my name, man, I gotta stand tall like stilt She wanna fuck up my head, imma paint em' all red, I jump in that -- and I Penlord [?], Bamboo sheets still wake up the siren, shawty a [?] Swinging that cannon I've been on deck like a pirate Gotta be brutally honest, okay We just arrivin', give me my roses and I'ma stop firin' Everything sunny but I ain't been smilin' Countin' this money and duckin' the virus The comfort zone don't exist Don't even like to reminisce, timeless, I dicthed the wrist watch Grew up quick, friends call me Big Shot Like James it's a put down the fisheye Damn, don't get too woke, you gon' fumble the bag More that I know its the less I should ask What I see is wait is your reason to brag YF2 but i ain't finna hang Still alive Let's go From Letras Mania