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I mean the ears like vitamin C I mean yellow like bright as a bee I mean the sun like bright as can be F80 knot you, tie it to me Just to get from A to B and ain't drive it to see The Palais, the Eiffel, Army won't turn the parades off God bless Takeoff I said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes off And it ain't electric so it's way off Send it back Sending for the Gordo pies? Picked up the Turo and drive Straight up the 405 The way that the boarders designed I'm feeling like the lord of the skies Arms like 2:45 Hit 'em, make sure that he dies That text, won't never reply The Feds came and collected my guys The rain pours and I'm hearing it cries Went from heaters up to fevers up Bitches in the back, the seat is up Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A If you let the money talk, who speaking up Letras de cancionesI'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enough My third passport, I ain't seen enough If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough The scale don't lie, you ain't even us (Yeah) Shorty want me hit her like an archer But I'm not desperate, so I starve her How we fit 30 studs in the collar Open the sunroof, wave to my father Remembering the shipments at the Portsmouth Harbor Something for the face-numbers and the nodders Grew up playing real life Contra "Never give up," that's the mantra Lifting all this weight, now I live behind the gate Should DJ the way they digging through the crates You niggas busting bricks on a plate I need more space to make paste The wrap houses running out of tape The drug money busting out the safes Scammers running in and out of Chase Bottle service running out of Ace Went from heaters up to fevers up Bitches in the back, the seat is up Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A If you let the money talk, who speaking up I'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enough My third passport, I ain't seen enough If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough The scale don't lie, you ain't even us From Letras Mania