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Jump out the Fisker and come cook yo' ass, bird Your favorite rapper send fan mail to me Your little LP ain't worth twelve pennies Seventeen shells in the semi' That's the same iron that burnt penny (Tssss) This the flow that earned me a Bentley It came with my own personal Fonzworth Bentley (Yes sir) Pretty bitch with some perky titties I heard your cheese tighter than virgin kitty (Niggas broke) But that's besides the point, If I point you gon' catch a hollow point (Thеre he go) Your product of choice, god got moist (Wеt em') You seeb the light at the end of the tunnel Try me I will be delighted to pop your bubble (Pop) Might even give your wifey a couple in the thigh muscle, I chuckle (Hahahaaa) You know my body quality over quantity (Uh) You couldn't possibly made another quantum leap Top of the heap, ask my colleagues (Ask) You just tryna' get by like Talib Kweli (Woo) Only the throne is my comfort zone Where I'm from if you a unknown you better come with a pole (Better) Live by the codes niggas uphold, I got no love for hoes (None) Ya dunno' (niggas know) Ya dunno' (Marci') Uh, I made murder sexy Letras de cancionesMight catch me in the F430 with a dirty Pepsi Look how early shit turned messy Tops is turning, put in work on them jive turkeys Push a line on the opps' til' the timer pop I seen a lot as a child I was traumatized (Help me!) Now it's monetized, they swear I had masonic ties But my eyes only recognize dollar signs (Everybody's gettin' that) The bag I'm in, now I'm different The Louis luggage thirty-thousand I was power trippin' I'm at the house snickerin', counting chicken It's sickening, I whipped the brick now it's submissive Listen From Letras Mania