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Uh, it's hot in this bitch, I need to turn the motherfuckin' AC on (Joyner, Joyner, Joyner) ADHD 2 Uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Brrr, ayy Joyner Yeah, ayy Yeah, woo, uh I don't know about you, but I got motion Can't fuck up my vibe, I'm coastin' This a big yacht, new sofas To be Frank, I don't even do Oceans Split waves like a nigga knew Moses I need brains like I need new focus And coach told me she ain't wanna be saved She wanna get trained like she need new coaches I'm chosen, it's a light work If the jewelry don't shine, hope the lights work That's a light verse If your hands can't bang, hope your knife work Say you got big bling, what's your icе worth? Ain't no ice on my chain, it's a iceberg Throw dirt on my namе, then it might work (What?) But if not, you might end up on a white shirt Letras de cancionesNiggas trippin' on lean, I ain't takin' no sips Fuck a vacation, I ain't takin' no trips When shit was gettin' real, I was makin' those flips Was me and myself, I ain't came with no clique Back outside when the water runs dry All you niggas get fried, I ain't makin' no fish 2025, I'm breakin' your dish Takin' your bitch (Bop) We got smoke, you and your gang versus G.I. Joes Crazy-ass niggas, let the [?][1:28] know Got a Glock named Ricky, live the vida loca Ask 'bout the Lord and we got close Even Jesus ride with me in the Diablo You hatin'-ass niggas, just some biatch hoes Ever since I got rich, they say, "He got chosen" I don't know about you, but I got motion Can't fuck up my vibe, I'm rollin' She don't fuck the first night, I'm ghostin' They ain't talkin' money, adios then These niggas gon' lie, we know it These bitches gon' cry me oceans Put your drinks in the sky, keep toastin' They ain't talkin' money, adios then I don't know about you, but I got motion Can't fuck up my vibe, I'm coastin' This a big yacht, new sofas To be Frank, I don't even do Oceans Split waves like a nigga knew Moses I need brains like I need new focus And coach told me she ain't wanna be saved She wanna get trained like she need new coaches I don't know about you, but I got motion Can't fuck up my vibe, I'm rollin' She don't fuck the first night, I'm ghostin' They ain't talkin' money, adios then These niggas gon' lie, we know it These bitches gon' cry me oceans Put your drinks in the sky, keep toastin' We poppin' no Ibuprofen, oh woah Hate to see me comin' I'm sippin' on the four to feel somethin' Yeah, I'm back sippin' Thousand dollar tee on, bitch Same as the weave on a bitch Heaven got a stitch These hoes be hit or miss I cannot talk, I'm getting kissed, she not my bitch I done showed up, I'm on sand, at the beach Told her gon' cry in your Camry, oh Tied up my bitches, God as my witness I'm mindin' my business, OJ and Hendricks, oh And she sippin' the same thing Matchin' Cartier plain Jane But we still not the same I'm in the five hundred drivin' the same Oh, woah Tied up my bitches, God as my witness I'm mindin' my business, OJ and Hendricks, oh And she sippin' the same thing Matchin' Cartier plain Jane But we still not the same I put [3:08][?] drivin' the same, oh Oh, woah From Letras Mania