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Are u listenin is anybody listenin Walk into a room and u can smell the Clive Christianson Alot of niggaz is threatened by my positioning Thrilling bars u think I'm writing with JOhn Grisham pen I need rosé never mind the pricing Know we brought cake to the party no icing No ice on big phantom no license Fuck if your feeling me as long as yo wife is No one in my city got a pocket like drizzy I can rock fendi jeans cause my credit card skinny It's pitch black and covers all incidental And ms. wrong sorry u ain't notice my potential Fuck ya'll rappers and your self-proclaim status I can only see green now happy St. Patty's I know you waitin on a last quote Check the soundscan and u can see that I'm the last ho By the way I'm jewish and turnin 22 Gets depressing wen u see yo favorite rappers goin thru it Tryna re-invent themselves showin no improvement Gettin crushed by this lite skin youngen on sum new shit 40 just record it and we'll drop this here Cause I'm tryin fuck meagan fox this year And if u got a stylist ta cop u gear U in my age bracket u not my peer Yea fuck u really no about a eames couch Letras de cancionesFrette sheets perfect touch 2 a clean house Wide awake but a nigga living yo dreams out Lookin like a photo shoot eveytime the teams out And is the realest nigga still I A women could love me 2 death but I'll still die So I'm about us now Smith and wesson flow u should tell them boys duck down From Letras Mania