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My pockets need Ozempic 'cause they just so fuckin’ fat I could never smoke a opp, I don't like that mid pack Bro, tell him drop the act, he is not a Chris Pratt She said we gotta talk, nah I only speak Racks, and guapanese, guapanese I got two straps, bitch, I'm Siamese I got two acts like I’m Miley C So fuck ya lean, we get violent, violin I told 'em karma is a bitch, I pulled up, fucked on Jojo Siwa See the money we been makin', turn that boy to cheerleader See the way that bitch twitchin' you would think He had a seizure And the way that stick kickin', you would think that I'm a streamer (But I'm not, yeah) Never needed nothin', here from nobody at all, yeah Money metamorphic, started small and made it tall, yeah Peepin’ what they sayin’, they be prayin' that I fall, yeah Bro just know that when I blow up, it’s gon' be yo' fuckin' fault, yeah You not gang, nah pussy, you are not, yeah All this pressure how I know I’m 'bouta pop, yeah I'ma paint this bitch one time like Basquiat, yeah I seen my future in this mirror, let it drop, yeah My pockets need Ozempic 'cause they just so fuckin' fat I could never smoke a opp, I don't like that mid pack Bro, tell him drop the act, he is not a Chris Pratt Letras de cancionesShe said we gotta talk, nah I only speak Racks, and guapanese, guapanese I got two straps, bitch, I'm Siamese I got two acts like I'm Miley C So fuck ya lean, we get violent, violin From Letras Mania