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Yeah, how much is your shirt, bro? Know I keep my gun, yeah, in my wardrobe Yeah, this shit from the back, can't cop this from the store And my cutters, they don't miss, they love that gun smoke, yeah Yeah, point 'em to the problem We can fix that, know that we can solve it Thought she was a keeper, ha, bitch, you wildin' My bullets body seekers, know I've been doubtin' Huh, I can't fuck with no ho, half of them just got problems Hella shawties I don't know in my section, they piled in Test the whip out, I'm tryna test this ho, oh, yeah, I'm spiralin' Take a trip, I'm tryna go out, yeah, bitch, yeah, to the Islands Huh, yeah, and I don't do construction, but my nigga ready to drill Huh, I'ma need your dog tags, bitch, yеah, I'll confirm your kill Niggas tryna touch me, but they cannot touch my skill Nigga, don't evеn talk to me, you ain't touch half a mill' Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm the best, yeah I walk in, this hoodie on me, bitch, you know it's Vette’ Chasing you? Hell nah, you chasin' me, bitch, know you sent the text You can pull up, I just want the head, no, I don't want the sex She said that I'm lit, huh, like I don’t know that shit, though I just rolled my blunt, that's why I'm not takin' pics, bro Finna spark this up, know the flames shine on my wrist, ho I see that boy, it's up, know that I’m gon' take that risk, dawg Letras de cancionesHow much is your shirt, bro? Uh Know I keep my gun, yeah, in my wardrobe Yeah, this shit from the back, can't cop this from the store And my cutters, they don't miss, they love that gun smoke, yeah (Chenzo's right here) Yeah, uh, yeah (wxstwrld, bitch), uh, yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah-yeah From Letras Mania