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Pew, pew, pew Yeah (Okay Jones) Yeah Yeah, ayy, huh I got money, now you love me, shit, how ironic Don't play with me, you will get killed, I'm tryna stop the violence I went to Golden Sun, I never shopped at Diamond Island Paid for the work upfront, I do not want shit on consignment Bulletproof whip, huh Presidential tint, huh I don't give a fuck about no nigga or no bitch, huh Young nigga really gettin' money in the mix, huh My kids wearin' 'Miri and my kids wearin' Kith Like, fuck it, call me James 'cause my whole outfit Rick You don't wanna get no job, you better go cop a brick I'm gettin' rich, my niggas gеttin' rich But still'll get on a nigga ass, I'm with the shits Huh, stank-breath-ass nigga, I don't know why thе fuck she kiss you You don't do shit for her, I don't know why the fuck she with you I can't believe they caught my dog slippin', shit, we miss you My brother in the other room, loadin' up his pistol I don't give a fuck about this fame, I'm comin' with you, nigga I'll start back rappin' when we handle this lil' issue, nigga RIP that mans, I sent his moms a box of tissue, nigga Letras de cancionesEven if you wrong, you right, I'm never goin' against you, nigga All facts I don't need no bitch to tell me I'm that, I'm knowing I don't need no nigga to tell me I'm that, I'm knowing Paranoid, nigga run up, fah-fah-fah, I'm blowing He dead, I'm knowing All the bitches 'round me bad, I'm knowing, I'm knowing It look good you bought that ass, I'm knowing, I'm knowing My ex so fuckin' trash, I'm knowing, I'm knowing Broke as hell, can't pay they tab, I'm knowing, I'm knowing Yeah, why the fuck you bringin' up some money? We not equal there I'll go hit Chanel for all my hoes, I never seent you there My old bitches stay up in my DM, yeah, I peep you there I left your weak ass in the past and I'ma keep you there If it's broke niggas in the club, I shouldn't be in there See, I was turnt before my deal, if you was seeing clear I signed my papers with a Patek on, I'm not being fair You had some money, but you fucked it up, why you want me to care? I'm just here to take care of my family and my children Every good bitch deserve a Bentley and a business Cross me, then it's fuck you, fuck how you feeling I ain't tuckin' my chain, I'm just tuckin' millions Hit a smart nigga with a headshot, he wasn't brilliant I do what I want, don't give a fuck 'bout your opinion I'm one of God's favorites, I ain't no regular civilian I love a bad bitch, don't care about your nigga, let me steal you All facts I don't need no bitch to tell me I'm that, I'm knowing I don't need no nigga to tell me I'm that, I'm knowing Paranoid, nigga run up, fah-fah-fah, I'm blowing He dead, I'm knowing All the bitches 'round me bad, I'm knowing, I'm knowing It look good you bought that ass, I'm knowing, I'm knowing My ex so fuckin' trash, I'm knowing, I'm knowing Broke as hell, can't pay they tab, I'm knowing, I'm knowing From Letras Mania