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Yeah This shit ain't for the weak men You ain't gettin' money, you was ballin' for a weekend Just gettin' started, already in the deep end This just started, but I know it get deeper Boy, I need a slice out this shit like a pizza Boy, that lil' ho nothin' but read in my recent She done fucked the whole city, how is she a keeper? They walked him in the house, shit, it probably was his people Spent a half a ticket just on Wock', me and Keep Lean Take a million L's to prevail like it's easy I ain't wanna do the song, I act like I was sleepy Take a good bitch, make her bad, then release her Main bitch got her own cash like Keisha Bankroll, pink and blue in it like Easter I'm in the 'Raq with Ooch and Tuneski, SRT-ing I got so many fuckin' sons, I need a blood test Dog like eights on the 'Vette, man, he scrubbing My past like Leslie Jones, man, it's— My cup a fuckin' pigsty, man, it's— She call me, "Hey, daddy," tongue out, that's Ms. Pearly Listen to this game, write it down, and go study Broke so many hearts, sorry, bae, I'm not lovey Girl, that ass big and it's soft like a loveseat Cup is from Texas, my K is from Russia Letras de cancionesEven though you let that nigga fuck, I still fuck with you Even though you never wrote a rap, you a part of this How that hatin' shit been workin' out? I'm just curious Hoes mad as hell, they at work on they period Still thuggin', I done touched a mill', I'm nigga rich Stayin' fresh to death, I'm a new box of cigarettes Made a video with your ho rated triple X Niggas servin' undercover cops just to get a flex Man Niggas servin' undercover cops just to— Hold on Niggas servin' undercover cops just to keep up This not for keep ups, this money gone, the weak up Niggas got the feds on they trail to compete with us Rich off the fuckin' mumble rap, "Veeze, speak up" Broke nigga, every chance you get, you better vote for Trump Soft nigga, got the mag on you, still won't bust Room full of money, face numb like the coke rush Whole bunch of bottles and they red, it ain't cola Take a brick of gold to the club, treat the hoes somethin' This ain't for the weak men I'm ballin' year 'round, these niggas just weekend Walkin' through the crowd, Gerski scent I give 'em what I can, but these niggas ain't appreciative I produced all of this shit, I'm executive Boy, I feel like Yao Ming height when I'm next to you How you give your last to a ho? Unacceptable What you know 'bout stayin' above water, dog-paddling? This shit ain't for the weak men Ballin' all year, these niggas just weekend These the white buffs, these the rich kids These my own stunts, these the Jackie Chan Smokin' on fettucine Smellin' like Neymar, walkin' through Neiman's Do my two-step, no reason Little do you know, this my made-a-hundred-G's dance Cup real black like Beenie Man Fuckin' on her raw, man, I might need to B-plan it From Letras Mania