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Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang) Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee) The waiter beggin' my pardon I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui, o—) I'm bad at math, I just charted (O—) Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay) I'm way more than a artist I'll bust the pack and then half it (Bow) I'm a baller, I just kick with her (Kick) Then I flip her off and then pass it (Golazo) I'm a sick fuck, can't mask it "More champagne?" Yeah, thank you for askin' (Great) I just take drugs 'til I'm retarded Cali', I'm barkin', mixed with the smell of Dior on my armpits (Okay), yeah, yeah Come 300 up like a Spartan Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee) The waiter beggin' my pardon I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Yeah) I'm bad at math, I just charted (Yeah, yeah) Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Yeah; okay) Come through boxed up like I'm Caesar Bally on face and a blacked-out Beamer Can't see me in the cut, John Cena Letras de cancionesSo many packs, you would think I'm a dealer Sip too long that I can't get fevers Stepped in me Air Force, left in Arenas Outfit change on the day, I'm a genius Can't get enough, I'm waist-deep in her femurs, femurs (Okay, yeah, yeah) She said I'm addictive just like heroin (Heroin) I'm the furthest thing from celibate Kidda, I'm sneaky, ain't left no evidence Don't chat shit if your name's not relevant Got a bad bitch, and she came from Lebanon Pop these pills, come blue like Everton Just got stains on my LV letterman, letterman, letterman (Okay) Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang) Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee) The waiter beggin' my pardon I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui) I'm bad at math, I just charted Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay) Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang) Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee) The waiter beggin' my pardon I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui) I'm bad at math, I just charted Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay) Okay From Letras Mania