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I don't wanna hear about no gossip, you can save it Look, and I don't wanna hear about no gossip, you can save it C7 coupe, I don't gotta make payments The people got behind us, tried to tell me stop racin' It's Ms on the floor, I feel like I'm losin' patience They see this new chain, shit, I popped out with Jason Left my old bitch, she can't find no replacement I'm stuck up in the field, gotta tie up my laces And I don't fuck with niggas, I be feelin' like I'm racist They told me I should go and chase a bag, it's a gimmick See, I been chasin' peace, now I'm feelin' like I'm winnin' Supreme for the pants and my sweatеr Tear denim My son call my phone, thеn I'm pullin' up to get him 'Ma drunk a deuce straight, I ain't poured in no soda When these niggas take a loss, they be feelin' like it's over Enjoy when it's sunny, 'cause I grew up where it's colder It's only two rules, never bend, never fold up When me and Beaner pop out, it's lookin' like a gold rush This shit kinda fake, but nobody never told us It's Better Off the family, got 'em actin' like they know us Don't call on nobody, if it's love, they'll show up Too much fake love, they been waitin' on my fall since I came up Niggas love to run their mouth, I don't say much Letras de cancionesThey ask me how I ridin' foreign, bitch, my pape' up Yeah, goin' crazy, in the stu I put in overtime, I can't get lazy Zay said them boys get behind and we gon' swang it Everything I do is for Trayon 'cause he my favorite Seem like when I shoot my shot, I can't miss Niggas claim that they vultures, but they really penguins Man, if it ain't 'bout no money, I can't entertain shit Brodie, he don't need no pill, he bounce out and paint shit Niggas behind the A's gate, he bounced out in fake rips I just got inside my bag, on these beats go ape shit Remember nights I ain't go home, pops had that late shift If them people ask some questions, nigga better not say shit Look, and I don't wanna hear about no gossip, you can save it C7 coupe, I don't gotta make payments The people got behind us, tried to tell me stop racin' It's Ms on the floor, I feel like I'm losin' patience They see this new chain, shit, I popped out with Jason Left my old bitch, she can't find no replacement I'm stuck up in the field, gotta tie up my laces And I don't fuck with niggas, I be feelin' like I'm racist From Letras Mania