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Ayy, uh, I know you fucked with my nigga, baby, stop that (Yeah, I know you, stop that) Feelin' like shit, so a nigga stayin' conscious (Stayin' conscious) Off with his head, leave a nigga on the concrete (Bitches y'all gon' fuck, really) Y'all really fuck with the bitches that I don't know Go slow, put it in the bitch, and then I go slow Louis V, Givenchy, and I'm sippin' Billie Jean, CDG on my feet Where the plug at? (Plug at) Where the plug at? (Where the plug at?) Goddamn, where the plug at? (Where the plug at?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yеah) Where the plug at? (Plug at) Whеre the plug at? (Where the plug at?) Goddamn, where the plug at? (Where the plug at?) Yeah, I got bands, know she want that Yeah, this bitch a headache, I don't want that But why this bitch sexy when she talk back? I know she get tight when I don't call back She was on my dick, I had to fall back 2k17, with the wall hack Out in Harajuku, with my nigga kuru (Swag, swag) And my nigga rockin' Lulu' (Swag) Play with me, I shoot you (Swag, swag, swag) Louis V, Givenchy, CDG on my feet Letras de cancionesYeah, melanin exterior, yeah, the seats is Billie Jea' And this bitch want my chee', and this bitch feel my team Yeah, 1c in the bitch, 34ent Shop at Labor, fuck Zumiez, I done caught the zoomies Bitch, my life Netflix, yo' shit is fuckin' Tubi Walk in with my toolie, smoke 'em like a doobie Bitch, my jeans new, in this bitch, I'm with Lil Uzi (With Lil Uzi) And my nigga kuru, yeah Finna head to Harajuku, yeah And my nigga rockin' Lulu' If a nigga play with me, then I might shoot, ayy Yeah, double tap yo' bitch, I'm rockin' double tags Just give me an hour, you could get her back Back' got the strap, he run off with his pack In this bitch, we're coolin' with a fifty pack Matter of fact, we the ones that brought the city back When you look at me, all you see is racks If you talk about me, nigga, speak facts That's the paper, ten? Nigga, what the fuck is that? Fuck no, they can't play with us, no, they can't do that I came with my crew, boy, where yo' crew at? Two-man, nigga, I'm with kuru, yeah Yeah, the baddies comin', uh, yeah, you knew that Uh, I know you fucked with my nigga, baby, stop that (Yeah, I know you, stop that) Feelin' like shit, so a nigga stayin' conscious (Stayin' conscious) Off with his head, leave a nigga on the concrete (Bitches y'all gon' fuck, really) Y'all really fuck with the bitches that I don't know Go slow, put it in the bitch, and then I go slow Louis V, Givenchy, and I'm sippin' Billie Jean, CDG on my feet On the block with my team It's 1c, baby, yeah, you know, 34ent Glock 43, hit him in his spleen, nigga, yeah Out in Harajuku, with my nigga kuru My nigga rockin' Lulu' Play with me, I shoot you Bitch, these niggas cuckoo Baddie hit me up like, "UwU" Smokin' on that zoot too From Letras Mania