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Doin' all that politicking, never seen a cell He don't duck his taco, we gon' feed him shells Got my gang member wit' me, he from PDL We locked in, he got thirty, I got stock ten Bitch spent her PPP on a BBL She ain't save a dollar for me, we are not friends Seen the 'Rari on display, went and hopped in it It's not tinted, I want everybody know it's me (Yeah) Had an apartment in yo' name you bought for the bitch I'ma let you slide in that thing, yeah, I own the key On the B, I smell like Baccarat and boogie smoke (Huh) When they took the homie Pole, who you think he called? I'm the one that got it back for him, easy call Poppin' way too many, ah, finna sleep it off It's not a difference, we could settle when there's yeeks involved One up top, you better not reach at all, nerd She don't got no booty to wobble but still'll shake it (Yeah) Empty-ass Dolce Gabbana, she still basic (Yeah) Nigga on parole for a wapper and still'll yank it Assisted wit' political problems, he still hatin' She don't got no booty to wobble but still'll shake it (Yeah) Empty-ass Dolce Gabbana, she still basic (Yeah) Nigga on parole for a wapper and still'll yank it Assisted wit' political problems, he still hatin' Letras de canciones Overseas, ocean breeze got me feelin' righteous Count a million anytime I'm feelin' like it I'on wanna hear nothin' 'bout you throwin' gangsta parties 'Cause how is that the case if I ain't get invited? Been enlightened 'bout that sucka shit that transpired (Yeah) You wasn't thirsty for no blood, ain't no vampire Bitches know what I require if she tryna choose Tired of losin', pay the fee and we can make it sweet They ain't lacin' up the youth, so I'ma tie they shoes Why I don't tell no information, let 'em do they job Picked me up about a murder I knew nothin' 'bout Wockie started kickin' in all I could do was nod Who woulda thought that I'd be richer than my role models Gold bottle, make sure everybody got they own bottles Heard the sucka had a cardiac arrest or sumn' He'll most likely die a hater, grab some mo' bottles She don't got no booty to wobble but still'll shake it (Yeah) Empty-ass Dolce Gabbana, she still basic (Yeah) Nigga on parole for a wapper and still'll yank it Assisted wit' political problems, he still hatin' She don't got no booty to wobble but still'll shake it (Yeah) Empty ass Dolce Gabbana she still basic (Yeah) Nigga on parole for a wapper and still'll yank it Assisted wit' political problems, he still hatin' (Still hatin') From Letras Mania