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Pull up with this chopstick, I cut him like he sashimi Japanese bitches, they dancing in they bikini (In they bikini) Aiming at his body, I'm aiming towards his beanie (Beanie) Making vegetables, I'm gon' leave him like a zucchini (Zucchini) Claim he from the streets, yeah, them Sesame ones He claim he flipping, he flip burgers onto sesame buns Move smarter than my enemy does Leave 'em shocked like an anemone does Why he texting? Tell him, "Shut up, come kill me" Yeah, I play the cards I got, I tell him, "Shut up and deal me" Now I'm finding my success and I can feel that they filthy Mad I'm sleeping too good, my sheets are satin and silky I can hear when they slither I can feel when they guilty Harry Potter way I'm talking to snakes Boy wizard, turn my struggle into money and steaks Salt with the taste Champagne with flakes of the gold They see I'm nearly at the dollars so they moving the post (Fuck 'em) Ugh! What's wrong? Why aren't you answering me? I've been fuckin' messaging you Why the fuck haven't you been answerin' my calls? I've been busy, I'm working, I'm with Mal Okay (Bruh, what the fuck?) Letras de canciones I'on care about another muhfucker, this 'bout me now I'm the one she with tonight, she got a boy, but it's me now T me up, don't be on of my regrets, bitch High like every night, they say I'll die if I stay stressed With my peoples, fuck it up Ain't part of this, can't cut with us What you mad at me for? It's your bitch that in love with us Photos with fans at the club Bop, I don't dance, I'm a thug Girly get handsy and hug Me, on my snap, she a sub Longer alive, the more deader I want grandeur, want mega Do what you do but I'm better I ain't rude, I'm just fed up Feature, still fuck the beat up It's a glitch, I'm G'ed up Mr. Hit Ya Speaker In the city moving gritty, outta state I'm stayin' busy Girly hit me up again, all talkin' 'bout she miss me Seccies wan' touch again, they point at me and frisk me Trapping ain't dead but this finesse moving Mickey No Disney, moving Mickey (Nah) Said she wanna make a feature film, don't get my face, too risky Bitch, relax, they ain't got be hip to that Finish liquor, whip and back, from the store and hit the Haps I'm tryna take her on a date, I hit the trap Let me re-up on some cash, tryna show her I can splash This and that, I've been blowing through a bag Tryna make another milli' just to spend it on my Dad (To my Dad) Spleh, they know I'm the best Asking for a photo, say I get they sister wet Damn right I've changed, better show me some respect I'on move the same, well, still with gang and still threats (Yeah) I won't waste my second breath Who the fuck you think you scaring sending threats over text? Money over smartphones, lacking Barakat I love the skreets, baby, I've only fallen for skets From Letras Mania