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Floor four Yeah Still C2H, but I'm never home 'Cause most of these brothers half-stepping on semitone shit Fuck the clout, I'm already known Might fly habibi dubs on some heavy bone shit Stacked up, spent it on the ride Try pulling up flexing with your guys, that's some any old whip I ain't counting up this bread alone Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick I ain't counting favours, if I did, you'd probably owe me one Hold a bomb for thinking you control me or the dough I'm on Brothers acting weird like it is me or just the snow you're on? Focus on yourself instead of scrolling till the hoеs are gone You ain't seen the bеst parts, the Dutchie like Edgar Oral in the morning, that's a head start Wear the creps, but you won't step far Can't take shots if you won't make it to the next bar, bitch Out the way, I just been keeping to myself Figured everyone needs me, but I don't need nobody's help Kept a couple dusty items, had to clean 'em off the shelf If I speak my mind, then pussies gonna feel how I felt Fuck what happens next 'cause I done bits Learnt a whole lot, I still don't know what trust is Letras de cancionesPeople only wanna come around if it's funded So I only give a fuck about who lives at mum's crib, real talk 'Cause most of these brothers half-stepping on semitone shit Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick Hit me on the telephone, the iPhone's hot The line don't stop, them guys on some micro guap Had the YGs spinning like a vinyl shop Going house hunting, I ain't tryna find no opps Shellyanne a heavyweight, go and check the resume Shawty make it elevate, she blow it, then I detonate Tripping like she Ella, baby, hit me with a serenade Sweeter then some jelly, Cali rocket and a lemonade Towel by the door in the hotel Shower on, let the steam out so there ain't no smell Shit, if it don't get you high, then it won't sell Crazy, every time I touch down, I feel like Odell Can't stand the fake shit Blagging that we're mates and pretending that you're paid shit I don't give a fuck about the paper, I'm just proud of myself I only put it in the song so you stop doubting yourself Like if I could make a milli', you could probably make two All this hating on me ain't gonna help you break through, pussy Now they're stressing 'cause Aitch in the door I won't say nothing more, this is straight from the 4 Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick From Letras Mania