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DJ Kidd, this a hit for sure Like, bitch, it ain't never that serious I got these bitches go crazy, they curious She tryna run game, is this lil' bitch delirious? I smoke on exotic, got dope from experience, yeah I can not fuck with you, period (Yeah) Look at my motherfuckin' face, I am serious Prada shit started makin' me feel luxurious, yeah (Yeah, yeah, gang) She said, "You dress up mysterious" I don't got no tags on 'cause these niggas be jackin' my swag I don't like like that shit, period Like, she want somе Telfar, go put some Rick on it AMG leggings squеakin' when I sit on it Double Royce too, it's room for y'all to sit in it Interior yellow, nigga had the piss on it Gang, gang, gang Young nigga, pistol totin' Glocky and extended coated Flames flamin', blickys blowin' Pop out, do your city bogus Hold on, man If you ain't wan' park, go get yo' niggas floatin' Hold on, gang Used to sleepin' with them rats, we stompin' all the rodents Letras de cancionesDonny got him, he the hottest shit, uh Smokin' Backwoods like I got me a sponsorship I don't got time for the politics, uh (Donny) I'ma take off like a motherfuckin' rocketship She said she want her a scholarship, uh "I heard you rock," but I thought that was obvious Hittin' that bitch, now she sayin' all kind of shit I made it first boy, you motherfuckin' counterfeit Watch how I flex when that fuckin' deposit hit I want a lot, but I still got a lot of shit Choppa gon' sing on some fuckin' melodic shit Yeah, and I talk a lot, I can't be modest shit Said it's all cool, but it still be the oddest shit You not a gangster boy, you just the opposite Niggas, they stay on my dick, it's astonishin' I'm a man of my word, I ain't doing no promising, gang Like, bitch, it ain't never that serious I got these bitches go crazy, they curious She tryna run game, is this lil' bitch delirious? I smoke on exotic, got dope from experience, yeah I can not fuck with you, period (Yeah) Look at my motherfuckin' face, how it serious Prada shit started makin' me feel luxurious, yeah (Yeah, yeah, gang) She said, "You dress up mysterious" I don't got no tags on 'cause these niggas be jackin' my swag I don't like like that shit, period Like, she want some Telfar, go put some Rick on it AMG leggings squeakin' when I sit on it Double Royce too, it's room for y'all to sit in it Interior yellow, nigga had the piss on it Gang, gang, gang From Letras Mania