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Always dreamt of foreign trucks I found me a way to get my hunnids up She asked me, do I trust her borderline Stick a nigga up, when I got that porcupine We both in Jeep’s, but your shit don’t cost more than mine He GTA bang that boy from forum drive I can’t be beard chest, it feelin’ like Arm & Hammer My shorty beat the drum, I call ‘em David Banner Granny made the style and mommy made the manners Shorty pull up fresh, call her Dolce Gabanna Was a hander-hander, I’m an acre handler I got twenty different ways to makе a bender I was 9 tryna draw Dragon Ball Now I’m hoppin’ out of that damn air bendеr I spent three bricks on wings, spoilers, and fenders Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister Run up, back and broke, pussy, we'll fix you Baby ass busy tryna learn me Told ‘em tryna learn to be a good listener God, I’m tryna learn to be a good Christian Ask either of your friends she wasn’t with it God just done and took away my good vision But I can still spot a fuckin’ fuck nigga Baby girl got fired 1-800-Chief-So, who gettin’ hired? Cost that belt icy 'cause you fire These niggas my sons, so call me Iver From Letras Mania