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And I don't even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth But every day they're leaving bottles in my dressing room So who am I to tell them no, I guess I'll turn it up I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up Uh, yo I'ma just jump off the coupe I'ma just ball like [?] I'ma just jump off the coupe I'ma just ball like [?] I'ma just jump off the coupe I'ma just ball like [?] I'ma just jump off the coupe I'ma just, I'ma just- Diamonds, put that on the top Me, myself and the white Chris Rock I'ma just Beverly Hills I'ma just showcase mega skills I pop a piff in my Fanta I froze my heart like Alaskan panther Me pull a bad from Sweden Release the chain, got me bobbing and weeping Trying not to catch a cold My Range Rover, 24-karat rose gold Watch when you climb in the interview I'll drop an album in Hong Kong Letras de cancionesI'll smoke a blunt in the synagogue Watch me tip-toe through the pentagon (Damn, real) And I don't even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth But every day they're leaving bottles in my dressing room So who am I to tell them no, I guess I'll turn it up I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up I might pull off with your wife I boss up for the night Double the cups with the Sprite I go for rounds like a mic I hit that bitch from the back I didn't even take off the Nikes She knew that I got a sack But I ain't paying the price I barely drink but I'm rolling up I'ma let you get drunk, I'ma hold it up You can't beef on my block, you ain't cold enough Boy how you turning up? You ain't told enough I took a break from the grind Shorty was sending me signs She heard I've been [?] 'em nice And I run to feel like it's [?] Ooh, I dropped the roof with the piff She want me, I'm feeling her sis' So I get the [?] off the riff Ooh, I call another assist Ooh, molly water helped me slide in it [?] with your thighs in it [?], might lie in it Spark a blunt with three 5 in it Molly water helped me slide in it [?] with your thighs in it [?], might lie in it Spark a blunt with three 5 in it And I don't even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth But every day they're leaving bottles in my dressing room So who am I to tell them no, I guess I'll turn it up I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up And I don't even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth But every day they're leaving bottles in my dressing room So who am I to tell them no, I guess I'll turn it up I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up From Letras Mania