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Fuck Grrt Ayo, cocaine got me lookin' fly like this (Ah) Project elevators smell like piss (Mm) Missed a fuck nigga, but his man got hit (Grrt) Nick Van Exel with the pill, I was lit (Ah) Get bored, talk shit on Twitter 'cause I'm rich (Woo) Shit on bum niggas every day 'cause they bitch (Woo) Niggas wanna kill me every day 'cause they bitch (Boom-boom-boom-boom) Scratch the serial numbers off, it's legit (Ah) Peace to all my Damus, peace to all my Crips (Mm) Feds in the Amazon trucks takin' pics (Ah) Bust the duct tape, gums numb 'cause it's fish (Mm) Y'all ain't ever, ever fly like this (Uh-uh) I was droppin' tеn bricks off in a Lyft (Woo) Central Park nigga, word to Munch, word to Dip (Rest in peacе P) Leroy Ave, Uncle Bacon was the shit (Woo) Rob your dope spot, gave all the ones to Flip (Ah) I was on broadway gettin' me enriched (Mm) All my jewels in broad day, nigga, I'm le— Top hill, 5K the pot wheel Nigga took all of his jewels off, got shot still (Boom-boom boom-boom-boom) Green dot your noggin, get your top pealed The Moschino Mach sealed, Versace shot kill Remember wholesale, remember three days straight on Moselle Letras de cancionesNiggas always tend to hand the eights through the doorbell Chucks from Arizona, every month, gettin' poubelles Shoot your whole fuckin' block up, nigga, oh well Your bitch got my crosses on her hand, on her toenails I ain't even fuck the bitch yet, she my ho still Count about nine hundred, house about four mil' Fuck this rap shit, I got the plug on the post still Still going state to state, dope in the door still Meet me on exit eight, park by the roadkill Niggas wear sheisty masks, gloves with the pole still Make a wish at 2:22, that's my hope still Might get a young country bitch like GloRill For real Fourth Rope, nigga From Letras Mania