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Yeah Yeah It's kinda mad, got 'em hot, I'm chillin', by the fan And they can't believe that, I'm the man Up and stuck it's like I'm, Spiderman On the ocean ridge and, bitch by the sand I can say it wasn't but, it was kinda planned Let me take it back to where I began Lot of niggas try to, bite my hand Yeah Heads gonna roll I decapitate 'em Here's my accolades, cause I'm gravitatin' You don't have to say it, I just suffocate 'em You don't have to hate, just congratulatin' Havin' fun with, couple summers Grab another, got it covered, yeah I got bitches, different colours, biggest cocky In the stomach, silent lamb Build a house after I, buy the land That looks tasty, but it's, kinda bland You look tough if we go, buy the gram I'm that tough amigo, but I'm Isla's dad I feel lonely sometimes, kinda sad Hide my thoughts and feelings, kinda clash Letras de cancionesBut fuck cryin' there's is no tear running down my lash Smile, then the camera flash He's a earner, squeeze the burner What's love gotta? Tina Turner, yeah Got some bud and a bitch time to turn up Yeah I like this new bitch, I prefer her See things clearer, this my era Can you back up please fam, this my area With my bad, boss bitch from Nigeria And the hips don't lie, like Shakira It's kinda mad, got 'em hot, I'm chillin', by the fan And they can't believe that, I'm the man Up and stuck it's like I'm, Spiderman On the ocean ridge and, bitch by the sand I can say it wasn't but, it was kinda planned Let me take it back to where I began Lot of niggas try to bite my hand (Fire man) Yeah From Letras Mania