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Yeah, got these bands Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah New crib, big as fuck, lookin' like a hotel I know that I'm not perfect, but I hope that I don't go to hell And I don't know how she fell Take these drugs, I don't feel Back in the days, used to beg them to play my shit but now I'm up 64 Nintendo, watch the way that I boss up Portion of this money, I spend it on some chains A quarter of this money, on a Brabus not a Range Change my bitches like some clothes You know that I had to go switch up Who would smoke just like I'm Nardo, we smoked that boy like a switcher They be so damn fake, had to crop that boy right out the picture Hold up, why the fuck that bitch think I will miss her Whole lotta new bitches up in my spot, whole lotta money, be countin' it up Big ole Barabus, a bulletproof truck, Balmain on my jeans, 2,000 on buffs Got too rich, I can't go back, trips to the bank, every time I laugh She so thick, she got an ass, why the fuck they judge me on my past Because I could never fall off, swaggin' got the most sauce They just tryna steal the style, but I can't turn my swag off They know that I got the gwap, so watch me break this bag off And if you wanna live like this, you gotta work your ass off Yeah, yeah need to work my ass off Letras de cancionesYeah, needa work my ass off Yeah, needa work my ass off Ingrained knew I was a misfit I walk in the house with my bag and my bitch lit I don't want no favors, I do it myself But I need a mistriss I'm up and they sad, I pray for the guys The snakes they goin hiss hiss I used to mix 8-balls and wocky Sometimes suicide to myself Blew up with my boys, they say he so timeless Wanted this, they couldn't stop it Wocky fiend could never vomit Drip like faucet no Dasani People creeping outside, gotta stay silent Never cared about all that dummy shit Pass me the blunt, blast off like a rocket ship I make a play and I hit em, karate shit Ha I make a play and I hit em, karate shit Ha, you know what the fuck goin on Bah From Letras Mania