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(I just need me a drink, whatever I do) Ridin' with my toaster, tryna bake a fuck nigga I could get a hundred million if I could get away Let me guess, a vulture, thuggin’ and you out here Hope you got some lawyer money somewhere put away You 'posed to be the real deal, you get on live and say how you feel I don't know what type of thuggin’ that is, you niggas gotta be gay And you don't even fuck with me the way you say you fuck with me And every time I'm winnin', I could see it in your face I just know that I ain't tryna catch no cases I be thinkin' I could probably reverse race You know I go dumb about this money, better pay me Pull up on a nigga broad day, guns blazin' Know I'm gettin’ to that chicken every time you see me in a coupe Everybody know I’m standin' on business, that’s why I'm always in a suit, uh AR get to spittin', that bitch go, "Da-da-da-da-da-do" Finna sign for two hundred million, Derek, what you tryna do? You know I'm spinnin’ with my crew Fuckin' bitches in Guadalupe, in Ibiza I just know that I do believe in Jesus Ain't no ho in my bed, so when I sleep, more peaceful Don't let it get to your head, I said I love you, but I don't need you What's the point of dealin' if your heart's not in it? My charm in a crowd, bet they brought me my pendent Letras de cancionesNigga ain't got no talent, bitch, you ain't gon' last with all them gimmicks Fuckin' a snow bunny like a rabbit, after I hit her, I told her ribbit All this slavery, I could end it Ridin' with my toaster, tryna bake a fuck nigga I could get a hundred million if I could get away Let me guess, a vulture, thuggin' and you out here Hope you got some lawyer money somewhere put away You 'posed to be the real deal, you get on live and say how you feel I don't know what type of thuggin' that is, you niggas gotta be gay And you don't even fuck with me the way you say you fuck with me And every time I'm winnin', I could see it in your face I just know that I ain't tryna catch no cases I be thinkin' I could probably reverse race You know I go dumb about this money, better pay me Pull up on a nigga broad day, guns blazin' Hopped out the pew with that motherfuckin' peel, dude I ain't tryna cheat, I'm tryna eat, I'm tryna kill you Fake niggas hate, no debatin', that's the real you Now you got the Drac', I'm on the way, I'm tryna swing through Still have my stick for security, I don't need you Now I'm tryna fuck, pull up on me when I need you to How you say you a Z? I'ma leave your head to here you spinnin' Said I'ma leave with it, you ain't gotta kill somebody to be my nigga All them hoes be lyin', ain't got time, bitch won't never change Gotta use your eyes, gotta be wise, gotta see everything I do it for my dogs all the time and he don't do the same Oh, yeah, he don't ever do the same Ridin' with my toaster, tryna bake a fuck nigga I could get a hundred million if I could get away Let me guess, a vulture, thuggin' and you out here Hope you got some lawyer money somewhere put away You 'posed to be the real deal, you get on live and say how you feel I don't know what type of thuggin' that is, you niggas gotta be gay And you don't even fuck with me the way you say you fuck with me And every time I'm winnin', I could see it in your face I just know that I ain't tryna catch no cases I be thinkin' I could probably reverse race You know I go dumb about this money, better pay me Pull up on a nigga broad day, guns blazin' From Letras Mania