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Let's get it going, nigga, we can rock and roll I tell you, don't test a nigga when he's low (when he's low) And this is folklore the dagger with the cloak I'm in the boardroom just speaking with the coach They're sleeping on me, hit 'em in their throats She's spent weekend with me, made her Sunday roast I'm a decent host, she want tea and toast That pussy TNT it's dope, she just seeing growth, she ain't leaving How do I take this pain away? I was locked up with Jones Didn't know what to say that day Carry on, think I'm playing Tell him about this game I play Look at this one of one shit What can I say it's tailor made Fed up on spooky faces, you can fake it You just living your life real lazy You gotta be joking, look he's tripping over his laces I'm like LeBron, it's like I'm ripping the L.A. Lakers Like Joseph, the son of Jacob Come a little closer, so you can see me close Kissed a couple frogs, but she don't see me croak ATL with drip, bullet proof with OPs We got three Brownings, it's givin' me En Vogue You're speaking on me, these niggas is ghosts Letras de cancionesLeaking information your niggas give me loads Checking out my coat, all you see is Douch I'm with Ghetts and Kano, all you see is GOATs I think this weekend gon' be They're replicas, that's iCopy That's my little Spanish ting Jump out she's like "Hi Papi" I could never trust her She can't even lie properly But she's so fucking sexy She gon' get this -- Cousi' got them trees He ain't meanin' oak We been eating lobster, we ain't seein' oats Do it for my block niggas, they ain't seeing sosh I'm lookin' for them billions, we ain't seeing trolls I got that sweeter toffee From Letras Mania