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Walkin' on ice, talk to me nice, huh Soak up this water, bitch, y'all all be rice, huh Ain't nobody left, but y'all can't all be right, uh-huh Can't argue with that, we got red paint off of the night Nigga feel like Ralph Cole Got it in bulk, no CostCo Backwood with a fronto, shit hit harder than it need to It's a bad batch of gumbo Niggas missin' shit that they ain't need to Ear hustlin' like Dumbo Gotta listen to the little people, we got big dreams Feel like niggas set big screens for the mid-range These free-throws talkin' free-range chicken Keep that shit see-through for the familay Gotta know I grip a handbrake Niggas drift apart, fuck a handshake And I try to keep it lowkey Niggas don't know how to keep it lowkey Nigga always smoke, it's the mandrake All we need is a campfire We got stories niggas can't take I got triggers-fingers, can't squeeze They can't tell me what I can't say (Can't say) Talk to me nice (Talk to me nice) High self-esteem, I just steam gettin' high by myself Letras de cancionesMy whole team, money machine, yeah, robots in sesh Fine lil' thing on the beach, yeah, no socks and stuff If it's green, count me in, huh, 456 semm Self-esteem, I just steam gettin' high by myself My whole team, money machine, yeah, robots in sesh Fine lil' thing on the beach, yeah, no socks and stuff If it's green, count me in, huh, 456 semm This is a yeah service announcement My next few words'll shake feathers and move mountains Slavery backin' and the labels still makin' me pay for these raps So this gon' be my last verse for the first time I'll maybe be back, if I put these tickets on sale Just know I'm tryna pay for these taxes And that pretty girl you see me with Gettin' pushed straight through the mattress Life a funny bitch And sometimes I really need a break from the laughter Back to the grassy part of life Like back when Drake was an actor, like- (Like-like) How could I forget try and show a nigga how to get the provolone He did the opposite, now you on the sideline hatin', it's amazin' Thats's where I oppo-sit, on the sideline Mad at me, like I did 'em wrong, brody, that's some awkward shit I got the paint drippin' off the '74 Impala, life just a game Tryna make it through the Sega, the saga What I [?], what I [?] Any bold takers? Say it like that 'cause [?] Can't forget the girl goin' poppers with the knockers Nails so long, she grabbed the money with her knuckles North St. Louis to Southside Chicago With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka High self-esteem, I just steam gettin' high by myself My whole team, money machine, yeah, robots in sesh Fine lil' thing on the beach, no socks and stuff If it green, count me in, 456 (Shit) Count with me: one, two, three (456 semm) Count with me: one, two, three (456 semm) Count with me: one, two, three (456 semm) Yeah, yeah, yay, yay From Letras Mania