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Yeah, baby Uh, yeah, uh You don't get nip on the plump for me You want the pop, pop, you get shunned for free (Bow) Palomo, conmigo no (Toma) I been telling y'all motherfuckers, man (I've been) Niggas been telling y'all motherfuckers, man But y'all don't wanna be a witness, man Y'all infidels And I'm the greatest Uh-huh, ayo 360 vision, I'm smoker Semi-souls are/Sosa making light skin Add the mix and refine coca Design, sculpture (Build it) Acetone, Nicaragua, non-smoker Rhyme, do-be-oh Super Saiyan, time ultra Sprint across the finish, I'll be closer Death squad, a fiat aligned with Soulja Show Crack, mami chocho Critical, crack is composure That's another headshot just for closure Finito, it's over No abulto, but quick to drop a bitch like a savage Letras de cancionesIt's ass back, fuck around, you get last tapped Nasdaq numbers, SANABA hustling, fast track (Movie) You ass backwards, a dick and you get half tapped My man got a 'Tega like 50K in his backpack Let him pill, mellow yellow, them blueberry pill (Oh, yeah) Ain't no attitude, I be very chill (I'm cool) Still throw your baby mother off a Ferris wheel Forty five still, better still (Yeah) The single damn fucker, this heaven will Drug game, bust a 7-11 drill Begging and stealing shit might get him killed (Word) Enemies headed for the hills Taking Ls like Benadryl, son For real, son You can't fuck with the gods Toma This shit's for you ,uh-huh For real though Toma, Nack, Nack (Super Flygod) Ayo, my sock and he's glowing Fiends copping and going Bagging in a Louis skid suit like it's snowing Nigga took a sniff, ripped his shirt like he hoagin' Sales popped a 6-6 from three, he was poked up Blew a kiss at the CEO like I'm gold dust (Woo) Always us, I don't even know what he thrown up Coughing up blood, meet the legend of Big Dump Red glory gloves, mixed match with a big clump Having powwows, each one gon' teach one I don't know Spanish, but for work I'ma speak some Devil tryna change God, play tryna tweet some (Woo) I was on the grind, Saint Sakai for a week plus I was on the grind, Cavalli mask and a G pump Ocean 44 in Scottsdale tryna eat lunch 25 Ferrari truck, jumping from ski bus Ever since 'Pray For Paris', niggas can't keep up Nigga dropped a brick on the floor, had to sweep up Murakami LV, case from my teacup, woah Ah, ah, ah See no evil, third eye covered, but I hear him call me Wicked ways for the cash, still the demons haunt me (They do) Even Victor off his laugh, with a kilo on me If I wasn't rapping, I'd be cooking in your bitch apartment (I swear) You think she raw, we still treat her like she stepped on me You know the cocaine lexicon is extra long (They can't fuck with) They throwing rocks at the sky, they hear they got a lot to say But it's quiet when I pull up, I'm the Tesla guy We dying to crash out, the airbags Louis Vuitton Before I landed, boy, that shit wasn't doing the job You know that Scorpion put air in the tires You couldn't open the locks, we brought the money power You know the key to life, I still have Adidas nights Why I can't let the yay go, you know, I still end up deep in white My mama told me not to touch the stove, she was right (Sorry, mama) I was a grand wizard, glass pop blizzard (Woo) Marnie Bigfoot on the pedal, speed the Benz up (Woo) So much blow in these coke wings, shit lift me up Yeah, them broke niggas envious, keep them over there Shit, I just had to leave em (Woo) These niggas wanna be me bad (Yeah) Talk like me, walk like me, cook like me, look like me Raise like me, coke white and yacht, through the foggy water Waves like me, I don't even need a boat, hop out and walk on the water My plug stuck at the border, how I'm supposed to get the order 10k for the court seats and I only stayed for a quarter From Letras Mania