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Yo A hop, skip, and a jump, a Glock, switch, and a pump What happened to the slap, kick, and a punch? They said everybody gon' die once I don't have nine lives, so a nigga like me don't rush, what? A ho wishin' a dream, plan, plottin', and scheme So excessive, I want everything Keep it real or whatever that means Best believe I'm a king, fly to Africa, I'm probably with Keem Got a chain, got a watch, and it got me a ring Got a passport stamped just to buy my Celine I prepare for the best, how much worse could it be? Life sucks, but that's perfect for mе, yo I'm the number-one stunnеr, one that they made fun of Top of the Four Seasons, everyone can't come up Niggas pocket watchin', wonder what that run ya None ya, bitch And you could love it if you want, hate it if you want You could love it if you want, I ain't trippin' if you don't Since snap, crackle, and pop, snapbacks from the mall Up-and-comers and bops, hood niggas and ballers All stole my sauce, fell, flopped, and dropped To the bottom of my bag by the stickers and socks Letras de cancionesPussy, coochie, and kitty, picture perfect and pretty When I strike, game, match how I lit up the city Room service, hoes with me eatin' my eggs benny Hang glidin' off a mountaintop with semi, you hear me? I'm a PA buddy, goddamn, you a G Flip that, what you see? G-U-A to the P Got a problem, gotta take it up with God, not me Out of jail, how much worse could it be? I'm the underrated son of a gun from the gutter Blockin' my old bitches, even my own cousins Niggas pocket watchin', wonderin' what that run ya? None ya (Bitch) And you could love it if you want, hate it if you want You could love it if you want, I ain't trippin' if you don't And you could love it if you want, hate it if you want You could love it if you want, I ain't trippin' if you don't From Letras Mania