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I got a brand new I got a brand new whip outside I got a brand new I got a brand new whip outside Hop in the Tonka, lil' bitch, go ride I'm finna take these drugs all night, finna go meet God And them shooters around your house, we finna meet in the sky Yeah, them Percs, they don't run out, got unlimited supply That boy run up then he die, can't believe he tried his life Hit up my mom, she gon' cry, cry Sip this drank, I'm gon' fly, fly Pop this Perc', fall out, might die, ha Pop this Perc', fall out, might die, ha We finna meet in the sky, huh, let's see who get high We ain't sipping on wine, I need the Wocky 'til I die Boy, you sipping that line, you been ashamed, you been telling them lies You said that's your wife, I just fucked her from the side Go through her phone, you'll find out You gon' cry, you gon' pop out You gon' wanna fight it out Told your bitch asked me to hit in the south We gon' take a jet, fly out We gonna hit the mall, buy that shit out Big ass check just hit my bank account Letras de cancionesAin't no looking back now Got the shooters in the background We all rich and paid, I gotta watch my back now [?] if no guns allowed She ain't fuck me when I broke but what she doing now? You ain't never seen no bank account with two [?] Million dollars in my face got me laughing, ha Heard your music is so shit, ha, you crashing out You took them Percs and your bitch ass just crashed out I got a brand new whip outside Hop in the Tonka, lil' bitch, go ride I'm finna take these drugs all night, finna go meet God And them shooters around your house, we finna meet in the sky Yeah, them Percs, they don't run out, got unlimited supply That boy run up then he die, can't believe he tried his life Hit up my mom, she gon' cry, cry Sip this drank, I'm gon' fly, fly Pop this Perc', fall out, might die, ha Pop this Perc', fall out, might die, ha From Letras Mania