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Yeah You know what I'm saying This is brought to you By the illustrious Pimpire Straight up, yo After all that clout you chased, how the fuck you still out of shape? They would've been gave me my flowers if I was fake Native New York hate, if I was from out of state then I'd be Drake But who am I to complain Paper planes, Plane Janes, Tourbillon's, and Day-Dates What a difference a day makes I was just spraying a Playmate in her face Now she banging gang baby cakes thinks she's playing in my face But I know the game, therefor I know where to placе my faith Ace of Spades her ways, gotta call a spadе a spade It's a shame you got champagne taste but Kool-Aid for brains Margiela tabbies I done fucked all the baddies like Carmelo Anthony Cut off so many freaks that fancy me, you might randomly meet an amputee Bitches missing hands and feet like some damn Marines Wearing fatigues blackberry brandy in a canteen looking like antifreeze You need a man to fix everything, you a mechanic's dream It's rare you see these hands in grease The only chance it'll be is in Santorini, Greece You chasing rings but I'm a champion in the streets Letras de cancionesBut even when on a stacked team nothing is guaranteed Bitch, what you think? I'm running a charity? To receive a bag from me is feeding your vanity It's like I'm Prince and you Vanity You triggered but everything you seeing on Instagram's fantasy Beauty is temporary like an Airbnb When the cameras leave, the Mansory turns back to a Camry This is the way you choose between food or candy Friends or family, a handsome as me a chimpanzee If you scared to compete you can't win the Grand Prix And that's me Melo Hello From Letras Mania