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And I'll give you one tip, vices They a motherfucker now Leave it alone, whatever is keepin' you from movin' forward, leave it alone Hold up, let me replenish, hmm Basically I'm talkin' to whoever and they said that I'm finished, hmm Wonder how you feel, fuck nigga, I'm ten years in it, huh Got ten more with me, lil' bitch, I just put a boom on business, lil' bitch I ain't got a chrome, I'm spinnin', lil' bitch, nigga look mad when I hit that switch And his bitch braggin', playin' my shit like she ain't never heard no shit like this, yeah Fuck is you sayin' bitch nigga? I'ma let you finish, yeah These house and these cars ain't rented, my work paid off, my bars authentic I'm still Pen Griffey, nigga be talkin' that shit in my city Still my city, they know my city Fuck a big mural, I'm a hometown villain Southside nigga, I personify winnin' But you know the white folks won't show 'em I did it Love the white folks, said fuck with a nigga Come have fun at the young with a nigga See what the game done to a nigga Hate when these lames come for a nigga I'm goin' on a whole new run (New run) They tryin' to trick me out my spot (My spot) I'll be done with this shit when I'm done (I'm done) I ain't lookin' for the number one (Uh-uh) Letras de cancionesJust money and the shit keep comin' (Just cash) Kept goin', kept wrist V or nothin' (Big facts) Ain't fallin' off, bitch, you funny (On god) Hold up, let me replenish, hmm Basically I'm talkin' to whoever and they said that I'm finished, hmm Wonder how you feel, fuck nigga, I'm ten years in it, huh Got ten more with me, lil' bitch, I just put a boom on business, lil' bitch I ain't got a chrome, I'm spinnin', lil' bitch, nigga look mad when I hit that switch And his bitch braggin', playin' my shit like she ain't never heard no shit like this, yeah Fuck is you sayin', bitch nigga? I'ma let you finish, yeah These house and these cars ain't rented, my work paid off, my bars authentic, bitch Remember they gave the colder shoulder, throwin' them jokes and stones Just for rockin' them OVOs, but you know that shit was bogus, nigga And I had to bring up 2015, but you know young Tiller was chosen, nigga That's why they had to go get the high up guys and nerf us, I was broken, nigga Niggas get amnesia and start givin' props and handshakes, I ain't forget that shit, nigga I'm on my WWJD, though It's all good, I still love you Let's get some money, you feel me? From Letras Mania