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Uh, I'm on that– I'm on that– I'm on that– Uh, ugh, ugh (Fuck is you talm' 'bout?) I'm off that mud, no, I can't feel my face (Woo, ooh) I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (Ugh) Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces (Trip 'bout, trip ‘bout shit) I drown myself in racks, that money wasted What in the fuck are we doing, bitch? Space coupe, yeah it skates, woah I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch but I pass, she ain't my taste, woah (No) 'Fore I ate my fit up but I swear I'll say my grace, woah Oh my God, I came through wildin', feel like Steve, can't see nobody (Can't see) Connected like Wi-Fi, ayy, bitch, yeah, it's my time, ayy Okay, yeah, it's 'bout time, ayy, ugh, fuck a ho, get paid (Blow) It's that wood I face, huh, I'ma throw no shade (Huh) I'ma throw no miss, I'ma hit you when I aim (Yeah) Too fast in that whip, might end up in another lane Drop another bag, I done ashеd on my Helmut Lang (Sheesh) I had to go up, I had to cut them out the framе Lil' bitch, you don't love me, you just love what's on my chain, woah Pull off in a UFO, Lil' Go, yeah, he a alien Damn, he can take my spot? Nigga, yeah, take it then Somebody get they thot, she's a bop, she's so nasty We won’t send no shots, we will put it to your head (Bitch, what the fuck?) Letras de cancionesI'm off that mud, no, I can't feel my face (Woo, fuck you, bitch) I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (Worried, ugh, ugh) Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces (Trip 'bout, trip ‘bout shit) I drown myself in racks, that money wasted What in the fuck are we doing, bitch? Space coupe, yeah it skates, woah I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch but I pass, she ain't my taste, woah (No) 'Fore I ate my fit up but I swear I'll say my grace, woah 'Fore I ate my fit up but I swear I'll say my grace, yeah From Letras Mania