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Yeah Ayy, that nigga sick on the mic She lookin' thick on the Skype, yeah That bitch the tentative type She know she got what I like My life was down bad, down bad, shit was hopeless I ain't never ask for shit, can't have a nigga sayin' that I owe him I can even afford my bitch, I buy her bags when I'm bored Nigga, don't move so quick, I make a pass to the Lord (Ayy) I'm countin' my last chores Block a bitch like your main whore Big blunt, it hit my core (Ayy) My weed ain't come from burner Huh, hm, I hop right in that thing I pull off in two seconds, nigga, I told you not to blink I'm high, I feel like Bruno Mars, grenades don't bring no pain In a big body with a thick bitch, she got me swervin' lanes And I told you savе my name And I told you I don't want no fame (Yeah) Just drop off likе ten million in my account, and I go blank (Ayy) My son get too damn big, gotta buy him shoes every week And the rent due, and these bills due, and you ask for shit for free Don't ash on none of my seats She got makeup all on my tee Letras de cancionesIn a Benz, this shit ain't leased But they still can't stunt like me Ayy, that nigga sick on the mic She lookin' thick on the Skype, yeah That bitch the tentative type She know she got what I like My life was down bad, down bad, shit was hopeless I ain't never ask for shit, can't have a nigga sayin' that I owe him I can even afford my bitch, I buy her bags when I'm bored Nigga, don't move so quick, I make a pass to the Lord (Ayy) I'm countin' my last chores Block a bitch like your main whore Big blunt, it hit my core (Ayy) My weed ain't come from burner From Letras Mania