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Yeah I used to take my lil Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo My 1942 hittin' used to wear Kenzo Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando But bae, I miss the bando, and I don't miss you Too many issues, fuck you, I love my pistol So sick and tired of arguments like where's the thug in me Nowadays these girls, they come easy, ain't no fun for me Where's the excitement, she take the thrill out of it I can't take no disrespect, you know we kill 'bout it Imma make it big, if I had I put my kids on it Last night hit the bar with her, she make a deal 'bout it Loyalty over dishonor, this ain't no diss song Fuck around, put my chains on her, then get her lips done I quit drinking alcohol, look what it does to me Tired taking bitches home from the club just to have fun with me She keep saying she done with me, then she keep callin' me She keep wanting to talk, shut the fuck up, bitch, and gargle me I stop wasting time, I put more time in my artistry Cut her off, now she ain't shit to me, now that's the boss in me We so on and off woah, it's like a PlayStation See, all this money and time feel like I'm wasting it I wanna go back to the time when I just lay in it Now I just hit it and go, don't bother tapping it Letras de canciones I used to take my lil Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo My 1942 hittin' used to wear Kenzo Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando Pull up and shoot out the whip All of my niggas together, we use to share clothes, so I ain't never needed a bitch She wanna meet at the W, I send security, I'm at the top floor Know she a 10 out of 10, every girl that I hit, they be hotter than pot roast I gotta keep me a 30, I been ridin' dirty, that just what the Glock hold I never drink up with brodie, I know that he leanin' right off of the wok tho Yeah, I'm with Pressa and pressure Two geeks in the lab like Dexter New Rolls Royce, it's electric Spectre Put me all on my feels, won't text her Ay, Pressa (Yo, Crodie) Yeah, I'm at the top of the W, I got some hoes tryna link with the homies I am not saving a hoe, everyone gotta go, I'm not Toosii the goalie Used to take my lil meds straight to the head when I feel lonely I used to take my lil Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo My 1942 hittin' used to wear Kenzo Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando But bae, I miss the bando, and I don't miss you Too many issues, fuck you, I love my pistol So sick and tired of arguments like where's the thug in me Nowadays these girls, they come easy, ain't no fun for me Nowadays these girls, they come easy, ain't no fun for me Nowadays these girls, they come easy, ain't no fun for me From Letras Mania