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Yeah, Montana, Don Vallie Rails was poppin' I see you baby let's roll Yeah I gave 'em a signature on the C note When it come to these speakers, I'm the keynote Glock 19 tucked in the peacoat I'm a peacock, she like the deep throat, ma Do new tricks, get it all clean Call the millions on the truck, I'ma get it all green Don't you fuck with the MeMG, niggas all team black Stevie and more, big across seas We be on patrol, money won't fold Sweet sour on the bagеl, honey on the roll Tryna show my man the globе, but dunny on parole Damn, P.O. a dick, money on patrol Damn, I been chose, better off road Don Vallie on the building, letters all bold I just hit me a royal flush, better off four On the oven I bake cakes but better on the stove, yeah If you wanna make one million, you gotta make two Say don't bring sand to the beach, I brought the beach through When the yolk fell off, Montana brought the East through Malibu Estates mentioned on the beach, at least two Letras de cancionesDon't think I'm outta space with a bitch who can't breathe Rapping sixteen but my contract like a athlete From birds on the block to the jet Cb on the wings, tell your big homie my watch cost a hundred billion streams When it come to maxin' on my names, me too When he got the cash, I was like, "Me too" And when he got the drop, I was like, "Me too" And when he almost got shot, I was like, "Me too" Man, this shit right here, dawg, is just a preview Wave guys on the wave, Cosmo Brothers Part II Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto (Me too) Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle (Me too) Yeah, I'm feening to hit the model (Me too) I'm having issues with somebody I need to speak to I'm just trying to get my floss on (Me too) I'm trying to flow like the boss dog (Me too) Big chain with a frog song (Me too) I need crew in that Perion (Me too) You ain't fucking with them boys, they got a choice (They got a choice) Buttery flows and silk voices (Silk voices) See I fuck with them hoes, I get'em on the shit (I get 'em on the shit) I own the black Rolls Royce, like a building on wheels Hundreds thanks pill, lost a 2K20, running back chill Like the streets in '09, I want it back for real They want my face on a hundred dollar bill Been in prison twenty joints, ten million dollar deal, yeah You hear the sound, hit'em off now If they started at the bottom, I'd get 'em off the ground, get 'em We in the jack, niggas all vets I can fuck around and resurrect the dipsets, yeah Minus the rails, minus the writers (Fuck all that) Big Apple minus the ciders Tryna fuck Zendaya and Miley Cyrus, come on Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto (Me too) Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle (Me too) Yeah, I'm feening to hit the model (Me too) I'm having issues with somebody I need to speak to I'm just trying to get my floss on (Me too) I'm trying to flow like the boss dog (Me too) Big chain with a frog song (Me too) I need crew in that Perion (Me too) Yeah, I wish I could hit the lotto (Me too) Smoke a blunt while I hit the bottle (Me too) Yeah, I'm feening to hit the model (Me too) I'm having issues with somebody I need to speak to I'm just trying to get my floss on (Me too) I'm trying to flow like the boss dog (Me too) Big chain with a frog song (Me too) I need crew in that Perion (Me too) From Letras Mania