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Who got the key for the WiFi? Bitch I’m the truth I cannot lie These niggas talkin that sci-fi I got a hold of the game like some wire-pliers 40 color your shirt make it tie-dye Make that pack disappear voila Stay on the move like a drive-by Used to post on the block by the stop sign I’m in motion that bag imma run it up All my bitches got bitches they bad as fuck Want a feature then gone hit my people up Talkin less than a band? Not enough Own family hatin who can I trust? Just been takin my time it’s not a rush You can play with them niggas but not with us I was made for this shit you can’t fuck with cuz Oh he want a feature? I’m straight She wanna meet me? I’m straight She wanna fuck say she don’t suck dick but she want me to eat her? I’m straight Came up on my own, I’m straight I just stuck to the code, I’m straight I don’t need no new friends, just me and this paper so leave me alone. I’m straight Letras de canciones Oh he want a feature? I’m straight She wanna meet me? I’m straight She wanna fuck say she don’t suck dick but she want me to eat her? I’m straight Came up on my own, I’m straight I just stuck to the code, I’m straight I don’t need no new friends, just me and this paper so leave me alone. I’m straight Like 4 in the morning I just left the studio had me a threesome with 2 of my freaky hoes, one of em pretty the other one thick, bad and they bougie remind me of Skegee hoes Told em this shit will be cool if you play your role keep em all on a need to know, asked me can I buy some bundles for her I’m like shit what you got a man for? I got them bands on me right now and a big drum hold a hunnid shots, let that bitch blow it won’t make a sound, clear out the crowd in the parking lot Saying less I don’t talk a lot, chasing a bag it’s fuck a thot, I was down on my ass look what I got, I’m painting these pictures like Basquiat I just pulled off the lot check the dealer plates, told em give me the dash with the digi-face, don’t the paint on that bitch look like Minute Maid? Don’t I drop like a nigga that’s gettin paid? I’m the hardest thing ever come out the Tre, the proof in the puddin ain’t no debate, told my brother J-Dub we gone make it shake he told me run up a bag let these niggas hate I can’t do nothin for free (shit) I need the front and the backend When they ask who the hottest it’s me (I’m him) And it’s been that way since I jumped in Tell the owners you came in with me (with me) But the ugly friend she gotta sneak in They ain’t never gave me shit now I’m living everyday like it’s the weekend Oh he want a feature? I’m straight She wanna meet me? I’m straight She wanna fuck say she don’t suck dick but she want me to eat her? I’m straight Came up on my own, I’m straight I just stuck to the code, I’m straight I don’t need no new friends, just me and this paper so leave me alone. I’m straight From Letras Mania