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Ayy, I still drink-, I'm a- You , ayy, ayy I still drink syrup on the regular Devil at the door I thought about lettin' in I still never choose y'all over medicine I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman How I make junkie look elegant? 'Tune don't like nobody and he yellin' it You can ask "How much for a verse?", but it's irrelevant I think all you niggas flat and I'm prayin' you get back In Sky-ami in the Bentley, I still ride and be attract' It won't be the shit the biggest, crush you ever in a [?] Niggas think they own yo' soul if they helped you in the past She think I'm a [?], she don't sell it but it's cap I sent money back home, I thought I made it off that I ain't even know what was comin', it's niggas who sold they soul for that I can like I know shit 'bout money but I be speakin' what's on my mind What I be takin' for what it is I can't even feel my face, know my- I can't even feel my face, know my heart pumped nun' I make [?] I got richer because I'm stubborn And I still can't fake 'cause it'll embarrass the ones that love me If it ugly, they'd probably go and risk it all for me Letras de cancionesI be hopin' they relate but your life way too different from me And I still can't-, ayy, ayy, ayy I still drink syrup on the regular Devil at the door I thought about lettin' in I still never choose y'all over medicine I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman How I make junkie look elegant? 'Tune don't like nobody and he yellin' it [?] like that From Letras Mania