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Ton’ And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it Yeah Yeah Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I’m goin’ back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record when I’m writin’ And I’m famous, but can’t shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watchin’ the Hawks play the Pistons Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand After market extendo, I pray it don't jam They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then First couple of shows, the F&N was hype man Way before the PJ I had a flight plan (Plan) Goat with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand A hoe'll fuck your homeboy out of spite, man We had so much lean the store went out of Sprite and Y'all don't get it, A on my fitted Pussy nigga sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin' Back on my pivot, kitchen, water whippin' All these turkey bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving Letras de cancionesDon't make me pull out of me, cash, I ain't trippin' Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin' Let me see you shake it one cheek at a time Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body- Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I’m goin’ back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record when I’m writin’ And I’m famous, but can’t shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watchin’ the house, play the Pistons Still remember Chief, he was three doors down I mean How? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now The reason why that bag in town I got bricks, no top, sad, everybody won´t fit Forever I'll sag, they don't let a nigga in, nigga All my bitches got a Benz, nigga If I can't fuck, don't text me You ain't gotta like it, but respect it That FN still my weapon Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch 4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s R.I.P. to Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I’m goin’ back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record when I’m writin’ And I’m famous, but can’t shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watchin’ the Hawks play the Pistons From Letras Mania