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You recording Anton? Good Cause I want to let the niggas know they hoes Aye (D-D-Damn Machu, why you had to do ‘em like that) Boy, my life cost an arm and a leg Punk, some P’s, some extra Parm’ on the bread Bust, a fat nut, now talk to the hand Feel like Beyoncé, had to start with a band Hunnid on me while I’m parallel parkin’ the Benz Stunna on me while I’m playin’ at the park with my kid, nigga I ain’t stressed out, but I’m holding a SIG Caps lock, boy this FN on me is big, alright Jugg, schemin’, finessin’ a sport All, my opps, they have intercourse, alright Ouuu, I love, just slappin’ a dork Blower hangin’ on my neck like a ref on the court Speaking of ref, yo’ bitch said she never traveled before I gave her so much D, how did she manage to score? New loft, still empty, I got neck on the floor Finna stab off in a Lamb’ like I grabbed me a fork, alright Nigga kept hatin’ on Kidd, got his bitch fucked My bitch gettin’ rich off her feet like she kick punts Get the neck and tune a bitch out like the Chipmunks Sittin’ on my ass, gettin’ packs like the sit-ups Letras de cancionesI go anywhere I fuckin’ want, cause I’m sticked up Get to flippin’ out in this bitch like I’m Chris Tuck Heard you took your bitch back again, pussy man up In the Escalade, between her legs nigga, AND1 My name what her tat say These Cubans, annoying, I wake up with neck pains Dick on the Nina, stick got a sex change With your bitch, she gon’ bob more than a hair page Drunk, using stolen credit cards on the airplane Told her “We met”, she gave me gums like my breath stink He up in court pointing quick like a fast break He tryna get let out ‘fore twelve like a half-day Ain’t gotta look for no Glocks, cause I fly with ‘em Dripped in water, now they wanna hang, they like icicles Took three hundred out, they had to order it Turned my safe to a gum ball machine, just put a quarter in Finna slide down a nigga block when I get bored again Pussy ass nigga better duck like Oregon Your bitch never got on pants, she like Porky Pig I just hit the bitch from the side like a corner blitz Nigga kept hatin’ on Kidd, got his bitch fucked My bitch gettin’ rich off her feet like she kick punts Get the neck and tune a bitch out like the Chipmunks Sittin’ on my ass, gettin’ packs like the sit-ups I go anywhere I fuckin’ want, cause I’m sticked up Get to flippin’ out in this bitch like I’m Chris Tuck Heard you took your bitch back again, pussy man up In the Escalade, between her legs nigga, AND1 (The Lunchcrew Company) I’m a ghetto ass Flint nigga Mixing Fentanyl in granny house and left a stench in it Sipping Wockhardt in the Fanta, we don’t sip Henny Take a picture with a BB-Dub, that’s a big image If I was Jewish, no cap, I would’ve killed Hitler White bitch with a BBL and some lip fillers I love all my hoes, but I pimp ‘em, think I’m Kris Jenner I cut her off quick cause she ain’t moan when I put dick in her Aye, rich nigga in a Honda Civic Parents serve my custos while I’m gone, bitch my momma different Slide in DM’s, on oops and slidin’ giffys If Feds question me ‘bout some shit, IDONTWANNAHEARIT Nigga lock me up Give me the STD right now, bitch, condoms suck So much damn ice on bro neck, we can slide a puck Long as I got some pape’, these hoes will let a llama fuck From Letras Mania