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(Energy make this one) (Everybody just be, everything must be) (Everybody just be, everything must be) I got a call 'bout some chicken, almost left naked I'm only comin' for my pleasure, baby, you can fake it If I don't last, I don't last, I don't give a fuck Her ass fat but on the set, she need a tummy tuck I got some chubby bitches choosin', they need love too My brother said he wanna crash, I need gloves too She said her baby daddy step, we got guns too We made his cousin do the dash, we make him run too If Shawty Bae get on my radar, I ain't sparin' shit Man, pass the billies, we all know you ain't gon' hear that shit How you a killer on a mission? You was scared as shit Don't be a victim of the boys for that starin' shit She wanted Morten's after dick, bitch, you gettin' Jack's If Stephanie don't wanna fuck, then I'm callin' Jas I blow a ticket, I'm the type to go and make it back You get a ticket, you the type to blow it off some crack Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on Letras de canciones Okay, Cristal, bring that beat back Welcome to a bottle-feeder, what a Henny do? I'm hittin' Latto like, 'What's up'? They said, 'Shooters shoot' I know a couple dead opps, they was smokin' blues I wish I could've been the reason he ain't pullin' through I got it pure, but all my clients want it fair and cut I love a bitch with pretty face who love to stare and suck Your circle full of hand-it-overs and y'all sharin' cups Bitch, I'm a joint, so I'ma fuck you with some hairy nuts That dope-servin' wasn't me, I'd rather flock out How you gon' say you hit him, but he didn't shout? Man, how the fuck you pay the bills and let her kick you out? Man, how the fuck you wife a bitch who do it off a clout? I got a boner, let's see who gon' be the star tonight How you get motion? Ask your mama for her car tonight Hella water if you thirsty, you can sip my chain Man, why the fuck you wanna kill me? She the one that came At Bossa Nova eatin' stank with a prostitute If you postin', don't be cryin' when they prosecute If you cheat, somebody dyin', I ain't mad at you Imagine fuckin' thinkin' I'ma throw a bag at you Bet you lost it, I ain't trickin' if that pussy weak I thought I met the one I love, but it's gon' last a week I told a bitch, 'You get the squirt and you gon' buy me sheets' I told her, 'If I lose it all, you gon' sell the cheeks' You the type to ear-hustle, go and tell the business (On God) I'm the type to put ten of 'em in the villa (On God) We the biggest in the city, word to Godzilla (Oh, God) The ones closest start hatin', call 'em Scottie Pippen (Yeah) On foe's still tippin' Poe fo's still sippin', (Oh) Mansion in the hills chillin', poolside talkin' business (What up, dawg?) TV's in the truck, bitches watchin' us (Watchin' us) Fully auto, AR, probably stop a bus (Bitch) Talkin' 'bout real estate, I think my watch enough (Watchin' us) Need to keep that hoe in check, she keep tryna fuck (Tryna fuck) Was thinkin' Jesus grabbed the wheel, but this a Cybertruck (Drivin' suck) Boy, I'm a motherfuckin' hoarder, that money pilin' up (Yeah) Everything gotta be lit, bitch, it's the way we game (Yeah) Neck just like a bad deal, 360 hangin' (Yeah) Andy Warhol with the blick, grab this bitch and paint you (Yeah) Are these hoes prostitutes or just sophisticated (Real) Nigga ain't got no motion, how you motion game? (How you motion game?) Since that fuckin' Trump loan, nigga moods than changed (nigga moods than changed) Twenty-five, E-Lade, they think a Uber came (Yeah) Paper good, family straight, ain't gotta prove a thing (Nah) One wrist, a nigga kick, name a heart, it didn't hit (Name a) I can bet my nigga did, Louisiana Timber (Louisiana) Pull the 'Vette out in the rain just to spin that bitch Pull the contract out, you wanna see my pen and shit Everything must be profit, profit Everything must be profit, profit Everything must be very life Everything must be very life From Letras Mania