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Dirty ahh cup, I got dirty ass soda Meds got me fucked up, bitch I'm slumped over Swing the chop like nun chucks, you get fucked over This hoe thicker than my soda, two thick bitches in the yola I ain't had shit but Stofa, I was down bad trapping on cuh sofa Crack all white and the guns like Molars Auntie in here geeked up off an E pill Dump a stack in the mailbox, call it emails Finna have three lambos by the time Lil 3 here Serving that hard and it be like seashells Hop out, hit a cuh I ain't tryna see jail I got a chill out, it's only 2:30 and I popped two 30s My car too dirty, and all my bitches be too purty I want a hot bih cutting up, me and two swerving Talk 'bout it's too early, I'm tryna make money it ain't too early He ain't never hop out that back seat, you just like to talk about it I can't even walk without where I come from, can't even walk without it I'm playing with baking soda, man used to be serving that baby powder They prayed and hated on me, still can't believe that I made it out Still can't believe that I made it out Still can't believe that I made it out All the opps they mad as me fuck that I done made it out Still sliding through the hood, I'm tryna catch mugs hanging out Dirty ahh cup, I got dirty ass soda Letras de cancionesMeds got me fucked up, bitch I'm slumped over Swing the chop like nun chucks, you get fucked over This hoe thicker than my soda, two thick bitches in the yola I ain't had shit but Stofa, I was down bad trapping on cuh sofa Crack all white and the guns like Molars Auntie in here geeked up off an E pill Dump a stack in the mailbox, call it emails Finna have three lambos by the time Lil 3 here Serving that hard and it be like seashells Hop out, hit a cuh I ain't tryna see jail From Letras Mania