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High-fly ball into right field She is gone (jackpott) (Ediba, you got one?) Ayy, what really, what really is you livin' for? You lil' niggas is silly, Vanilli awards Come and clear the sandbox and we got bigger toys (Uh) When the plane land, yeah, we gon' buy out the stores I get energy from that hate you sendin' me I get intricate, intertwinin' enemies I can touch him all, uh, somethin' like centipedes He ain't seen the signs, he know that he finna bleed, huh Lil' boy say he a rap star Turn that lil' boy to a track star Thirty shots, he ain't evеn get that far Then speed off in a real black car (Slow it down, I feel likе I'm Shaq in the paint now) (I know he a square, so we taxin' on the drank now) Should I text, ho? Or go and take his ho? I done did him so damn dirty, I don't even think I can keep the score Got yo' momma on a yacht, I call this the sugar-boat I know that I'm doin' right, yo' hatin' gon' let me know Letras de cancionesAyy, what really, what really is you livin' for? You lil' niggas is silly, Vanilli awards Come and clear the sandbox and we got bigger toys (Uh) When the plane land, yeah, we gon' buy out the stores Ayy, what really, what really is you livin' for? You lil' niggas is silly, Vanilli awards Come and clear the sandbox and we got bigger toys (Uh) When the plane land, yeah, we gon' buy out the stores When we celebrate we gon' drink out the bottle How you gon' quit today? You could win tomorrow I'm gettin' rich, not worryin' 'bout who I follow In the club with a baddie, she white like a Moscato Yo' ass gon' scroll, bitch, I wake up and troll you I'm gettin' these racks, I can't even fuckin' control you Glock 19, I know you go-gon' fake on me Hate on me, I got three bitches, come fuck me like ABC Pass 'em off that two-assist I came from some sewer shit Under-gutter, undercover niggas, I can't do ya, bitch Watch yo' gang, niggas'll know yo' name and think they know yo' pain I stayed the same, 'cause you know this real shit runnin' in my veins From Letras Mania