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Turn it up, turn me up in the headphones Turn me up more, man, some more Yeah Biggest in this shit, man, fuck a nigga talkin' about? Slow motion better than no motion, man Shit, yeah Soon as I wake up, it's hustle, If you ever played, it's fuck you He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money We sellin' cane pops, was doin' the same thing until them crackers came House party just like Kid 'n Play, yo' dog done showed us where you stay If your gang starvin', you ain't no real nigga, pussy, share your plate You can see real in my face, pop your top, see what you think I ain't get no sleep in a week, I seen more banks than feet They keep askin' who the biggest out, nigga should've knew it's me (Hm) House arrest for seven months, I got kicked off the lease (Hm) Brodie called me from the fuckin' feds, said he want Angel Reese He want Latto sister (Hm), told 'em I'll pop it for him (Hm) He been locked up, told him when he touch down, bitch, I'ma put you on (Hm) He so use to me fuckin' project hoes, I'm tryna show him something (Hm) He feel like if I fuck, then he fucked, bitch, that's my fuckin' brother (Hm) Shittin' on nigga like I took a laxative, catch big 4 in traffic (Hm) Catch big 4 in lassie, sleep on a fuckin' groupie mattress (Hm) Letras de cancionesSay I ain't get that pack in, fuck nigga, stop that fuck cappin' You was my dog in high school, see you today, I'ma fuckin' smack ya (Hm) That's how shit be, come through solo, I ain't gotta be ten deep Put my hoes in CC, big 4 poppin' out, Lamborghini (Hm) My girl 'cause will put shit down, don't make big 4 call Nikki (Hm) Nigga rather die than see me shine, well fuck boy die, you see me Them moissanites not VV, this here on me is VV That shit on VM VV, the pack touch down, that's TD I'm on forty pills weekly, when they bust, I'm sleepy If my ho worth, then she get it, I take care the needy I take care my of people, I take care of my dogs in jail I take care of my uncle, locked up right now with a L Skee Skee Skee Yeah Soon as I wake up, it's hustle, If you ever played, it's fuck you He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money I ain't none of that talking, get on your knees, bitch, treat me like a God Brodie play with cars, he come back with them toys like Santa Claus We pop out all kind of cars, ask G, we break the law 2021, setup shop in BR, nigga think I'm from the north Skee Skee Skee Skee From Letras Mania