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(Ah, uh, ah, uh) Are you? Are you? (Ah, uh, ah, uh) Party in the back room (Ah, uh, ah, uh) I done left you in the restroom (Ah, uh, ah, uh) Now my attitude is yeah, yeah, yeah Way up, all the way up Shimy, shimy, yeah, I'ma let it go Shots fired on my way up Bullet proof glass when I'm running through Way up, all the way up Gimme, gimme that, I won't let it go Shots fired on my way up Bullet proof glass when I'm running through No more cycles on your memory go Straight line's a hate crime Villain in a scary coat You fuck and see your judgement Watch her as she flows Nasty, flashy, wavy dropping motorboat Talking on my name but your name's way up Why are you evaluating me on your day off? Letras de cancionesCertified, I said I want it, na-na Heartbrеak's I hit it, now hear this set of prints, I-I Way up, all the way up Shimy, shimy, yеah, I'ma let it go Shots fired on my way up Bullet proof glass when I'm running through Way up, all the way up Gimme, gimme that, I won't let it go Shots fired on my way up Bullet proof glass when I'm running through Rooftop when I party Turnt like a Harley Sorry not sorry, yeah Should I add those around? Clothes and they crown me Breath, I can hardly (Ah) It seems like I choke, hold on and Everybody's doing it, but when I do it, I'm the problem Gave you too much now it's giving spoiled rotten Got stressed out and ended turning topic Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, watch me) Quiet killing, I'ma look so sweet Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm so, I'm certified, I sit on prints, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't respect these, I ain't gotta say shit now) I'm hardcore, gelatto An angel, diablo I'm on one, I'm condo Come give me a kiss Get it from the top, top (Ah, uh, ah, uh) Are you? Are you? (Ah, uh, ah, uh) Party in the back room (Ah, uh, ah, uh) I done left you in the restroom (Ah, uh, ah, uh) Now my attitude is yeah, yeah, yeah Way up, all the way up Shimy, shimy, yeah, I'ma let it go Shots fired on my way up Bullet proof glass when I'm running through Way up, all the way up Gimme, gimme that, I won't let it go Shots fired on my way up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bullet proof glass when I'm running through Yeah, yeah Certified, I said I want it, na-na Heartbreak's I hit it, now hear this set of prints, I-I From Letras Mania