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In my trap, I think I got one If you count favors, nigga, that's not love Wait, one second, I’m not done Pull up to the city like a pop-up Ain't fuckin' that bitch if she not fun So the ho come treat me like an object Joel Embiid, you can see the process No envy, niggas not oppers These niggas argue with theyself (Ayy) Ain’t even got stripes on they belt She's— (Sapjer, hahaha) Me and my niggas, we needin' a milli' a piece Niggas deceased How you so real, but you come for the weak? [Foot in your back ?] left the [?] in your streets Your bitch is back and she comin' petite Came for that bag, I ain't come to compete Damn, bitch, you bad, when you comin' to me? Plug got a play, and the weed, he Let that boy stank, now he shitty These bitches icky, call her Vicky Think I take pictures, I got models with me Alcoholic bitches, got bottles with me Heard what you said, but it's cap like a fitted Letras de cancionesShots in her ass and got plastic her titties These niggas jealous, and no, I ain’t kiddin’ She stay on the soaps, Perc' ain’t kickin' Hope you got the whole gang with you How you live alone? 'Cause you used to lame niggas Too sad, man, I can't race bitches In the ear, told a ho, "Play this" And I bet that bitch gon’ listen Close range, ain't never gon' miss I'm Jordan and my Glock Pippen In my trap, I think I got one If you count favors, nigga, that's not love Wait, one second, I'm not done Pull up to the city like a pop-up In my trap, I think I got one If you count favors, nigga, that's not love Wait, one second, I'm not done Pull up to the city like a pop-up Ain't fuckin' that bitch if she not fun So the ho come treat me like an object Joel Embiid, you can see the process No envy, niggas not oppers These niggas argue with theyself (Ayy) Ain't even got stripes on they belt Hahaha From Letras Mania