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She said, "Don, I wanna live this life forever" Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella Yeah, ride around and it's cold Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that shit on the low Ain't no cameras in the crib unless a nigga mix the Marni with the Rick She like how I put that shit on, woah, woah, woah I'm the shit now, woah, woah, woah No, I'm not tryna be rude, baby, but these bitches, they coming in two, baby I want a part of me, like woah, woah, woah Check the call like woah, woah, woah Now I'm getting hella love like, woah Mass drugs every weekend, rich nigga lifestyle, woah I have some dеmons, don't let them shits fuck with you, I'm like tеll me something I ain't know Basically I got a chrome heart so I put that shit on my clothes Out of town life, woah, tell me if you gon' go I ain't know that you used to, I can boss your life up, woah Tell me something I ain't used to, show me something I ain't never shown She need CPR, it's hard to breathe, got me catching my breath, she got me like, woah, woah Body Bentley, woah, cash, flip it, woah Nobu, poppin' doors, take my shit to go, go Niggas talking out of touch, TMZ Ride around with a Drac', PND I just rolled up with an 8, DDD Sound like that bitch got a stutter, DDD Letras de cancionesNotice how a nigga rock, Tommy Lee Now my shit look like a rock, PnB Had to reach out to all of my niggas Get a bag, watch me double up, flip it up Bitch, and I feel like a Don, my nigga These Jeremy Scott wings got me flying, lil' nigga That's your ho, why she following, nigga? That's your bitch, why she follow my niggas? Brand new Trackhawk, speed racin' Brand new Marni shoes, no laces Girl, tattoo my government name It's a whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, rubber band, bitch, I'm the rubber band man I know you want me, you acting bipolar again Uh, ayy, stop mo'fuckin' lying, I know you ain't sober again Sober, sober, sober, sober But fuck it, she said, "Don, I wanna live this life forever" (Over, over, over) Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella (My umbrella-brella) Yeah, ride around and it's cold Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that shit on the low (On the low) I've been out like, hell yeah, hell yeah, these Rick Owen flip flops Baby, like, "That's Rag3 Kidd", hell, yeah, yeah, got this shit on gridlock (Woah) Why these bitches never act right? (Woah) All she wanted was that Act' right? (Woah) In Colorado Springs that night, it's okay, on God She said, "Don, I wanna live this life forever" (Yeah, yeah, on God) Round around town, big Draco, my umbrella (My umbrella-brella) Yeah, ride around and it's cold Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that shit on the low (On the low) Ain't no cameras in the crib unless a nigga mix the Marni with the Rick She like how I put that shit on, woah, woah, woah I'm the shit now, woah, woah, woah SACRED HEART From Letras Mania