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Goodnight, Darkboy Luh M Bitch, I touched a M Bitch, I touched a M Bitch, I touched a M No, I'm not your twizzy, no, I'm not your friend I can see from my new visions, go to different lanes Swerve on the cops (Skrr) Yeah, I swerved in the lamb, bitch, I turned it to a chop (Skrr) I touched a M then I made it to the top (Skrr) Rock chane-'ne and some Gucci on my socks (Skrr) We the lake, it's gon never be a drought Bitch, your money midget, my money tall as shit (Uh) Pullin' up on X, bitch, it's time to flex (Uh-uh) You say that you crazy, bitch, I'm crazy too You know what else crazy? My money eight-foot-two (Foot-two) Rockin' Ricky denim with Balenci' untied shoes (Untied, untied) We can pull up if you with it, don't gotta ask us to Bitch, I'm twenty-one, diamonds fifty-two Got these bitches doin' circles like it's hoola hoop You say you get money, who the fuck is you? All my diamonds rainin', matter fact, they bitchin' Bitch, my money funny (Skrr) Fucked my money up so much, it told me that it's cumming (Skrr) Letras de cancionesThey can't sit in the way All my diamonds flawless (Skrr) These baguettes don't make mistakes (Skrr) I don't know nobody, ain't no slices in this cake All this cake got laced, my money steady as shit I'm just stayin' to myself, bitch, I can't trust no Jake All my pockets got to smalling in the YSL Put the devil on my music, told me I'm the best I don't care 'bout making friends, I just care 'bout bands Yeah, bitch I'm on the [?], this shit feel great Bitch, I touched a M Bitch, I touched a M No, I'm not your twizzy, no, I'm not your friend I can see from my new visions, go to different lanes Swerve on the cops (Skrr) Yeah, I swerved in the lamb, bitch, I turned it to a chop (Skrr) I touched a M then I made it to the top (Skrr) Rock chane-'ne and some Gucci on my socks (Skrr) We the lake, it's gon never be a drought Bitch, your money midget, my money tall as shit (Uh) Pullin' up on X, bitch, it's time to flex (Uh-uh) You say that you crazy, bitch, I'm crazy too You know what else crazy? My money eight-foot-two (Foot-two) Bitch, we touched a M Bitch, we not your friend Pulled up in a Lamb', twizz' up in the Benz Richer than yo' granny, she don't make no sense Cut off all my friends, them niggas fake as shit Made a hunnid, thousand, million, billion Twenty bitches and they stripping Broke ass nigga he is jealous Pulled up in a Lamb', bitch we all in France Fucking all her friends, I just do my dance Money just came in, nigga fuck advance Boy you broke as shit, you ain't got no bands I don't need no deal (Fuck it), I don't need no friends We just pulled off in a Benz, 'cause we touched a M Bitch, I touched a M Bitch, I touched a M No, I'm not your twizzy, no, I'm not your friend I can see from my new visions, go to different lanes Swerve on the cops (Skrr) Yeah, I swerved in the lamb, bitch, I turned it to a chop (Skrr) I touched a M then I made it to the top (Skrr) Rock chane-'ne and some Gucci on my socks (Skrr) We the lake, it's gon never be a drought Bitch, your money midget, my money tall as shit (Uh) Pullin' up on X, bitch, it's time to flex (Uh-uh) You say that you crazy, bitch, I'm crazy too You know what else crazy? My money eight-foot-two (Foot-two) From Letras Mania