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(Real trap shit) (Nephilim) Hollows through his stomach Sick right to my stomach (Stummy) I'll air out this function Pussy nigga, stop that bluffing Hollywood, sippin’ Tussin' She give throat, so slushie Boolin', with my cousin (Boolin’, stummy) This lil' ho so cussy Ho made it work like Dunkin' I'm finna let that drum hit you, so keep making assumptions Yeah, fuckin' this ho, then I'm done with you What I'm feelin' when that drum hit Bend her over, tryna fuck, bitch I ran it up, now I’m dumb rich I ain’t never need a handout, but they always got they hand out Body shots, I got 'em fanned out (Fanned out) And I’m richer than a lot of these niggas [?] They like, "Che got a rocket on him" It's Balenci', I'm rockin’ on them Little freak ho with white on her lip Fuck a label, won't sign to them niggas Letras de cancionesYeah, Trackhawk never get tired (Nеver) I'm tryna see Blac Chyna (Ooh) New SoHo, Messiah (Uh, uh) Yеah-yeah-yeah, smokin' on Doja (Doja) Brand new Prada It's hella shit that I'm proud of Gen 6, aim it right at his mama New drank, get Fortnite Llama Uh, I love countin' commas Just wait for my come-up Choppa bul-, if he ever run up Niggas, they play like Osama, now Got eyes like Gunther P-Pussy nigga, put yo guns up Draco hit him, that's a bummer Drunk bitch got me fucked up, nigga always wear a rubber My ho tried to get her butt done, I'm finna get her another Hollows through his stomach (Hollows through his stomach) Sick right to my stomach (Thumbin') I'll air out this function Pussy nigga, stop that bluffing Hollywood, sippin' Tussin' She give throat, so slushie (Slushie) Boolin', with my cousin (Cousin) Ho made it work like Dunkin' I'm finna let that drum hit you Yeah, fuckin' this ho, then I'm done with you What I'm feelin' when that drum hit Bend her over, tryna fuck, bitch (I ain't never need a handout, nah, nah) From Letras Mania