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Big 4 I'm for real You're tellin' me you built a time machine? Keep sleep running keep jeans coming Where they charge or nah Aye ion give a fuck But I want for forty-five Come get some pussy Yeah Megan, I'm on Tori ass Thirty two, forty nine CRX is borderline Tryna fold borderline These niggas geekin He only brought fifty k well how he want a feature? What's your name, nice to meet ya This is for val or tameeka? This is for Lost soul hard nigga heart cold Bitch I move with a burner code? Now I get a mill a check, call me darko Five thousand my business? Channel scarf on with the pearl glasses Switch on a blick free Riq we still active All my shit stop in the condos, the mansions Taylor keep doing taxes Letras de cancionesMad that I'm a bachelor Mad that I got bitches Mad that I'm that nigga Baby, get out of yo feelings In February we tripping Roll life, I miss my old life Lemme show you what that roll like Fetty brick, seeing five to a six Ten, I'm the shit still Who care if you don't hold it down, cause my bitch will Maybach, Maybach with the big wheel 7 million, all cash, that was this deal Make a bitch get off her ass, come and drive for me Since we talking bout Ms, I got 9 of em Me and onika selling reefer in a five seeter Ain't selling yours? Shit, I ain't selling mines neither Now at your time reaper money man Mr two hundred grams He like that grape shit, I only fuck with tan If you a hating bitch, no we can't link If you a hoe nigga, don't come around me I got my own niggas, I don't miss crowd skeet Niggas be foul, chief Hold me down, T If you a hating bitch nah we can't link If you a hoe nigga, don't come around me I got my niggas, I don't miss crowd skeet Niggas be foul, chief Hold me down, T If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (Fuck off) If you a hoe nigga, don't come around me (At all) I got my niggas, I don't miss crowd skeet (Yeah) Niggas be foul, chief Hold me down, T (Ha) From Letras Mania