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Uh, I tweaked out, it was way too late 'Bout time somebody set shit straight Pop-out every time shit look great Bitch, don't call me, I hate your face Switched up on me, I'm fucked up bad But will they catch me on my last? No way Get to December and clear your sched' We countin' a million in cash, no breaks Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you make? Is it me or a product of what they tell you? Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you sleep in? Like, is it me or a product of what they feed you? Hold on Why the fuck is there no one in front of me? Why would I beef? That's fried as shit I'll be on ten when I get to that function Not speakin' to no one besides your bitch Shit gettin' closer and I'm still runnin' I'm tryna force it, but I just can't Still tryna laugh when this shit not funny Nothin' is normal, but that's okay I'm movin' slow, gettin' fast-ass money Ran out of hope, but the bag kept comin' You a abnormally sad-ass pussy You'd do the most for a like and a comment Letras de cancionesJust check my account, uh I'ma have to teach you how to count up Wonder how you doin' now without us Love you, but it's good that we apart, I guess Uh, I tweaked out, it was way too late 'Bout time somebody set shit straight Pop-out every time shit look great Bitch, don't call me, I hate your face Switched up on me, I'm fucked up bad But will they catch me on my last? No way Get to December and clear your sched' We countin' a million in cash, no breaks Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you make? Is it me or a product of what they tell you? Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you sleep in? Like, is it me or a product of what they feed you? (Are you hoes proud of that shit?) (Is it me or a product of that shit?) (Oh, hell, they not, ah) From Letras Mania