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Antisocial, get right to the point Oh, you mad because I'm movin' on Runnin' through your head, it's a marathon They left me for dead, ooh, they dead me wrong Diamonds hit, diamonds hit It's easy, why you lyin', bitch? TT, goin' on your six Twin turbos to rock your shit I admit, I admit I have problems, I admit LV, I'm designed for it So sad I'm no condiment Bitch, it's the apocalypse On the phone with chief, he said that's it's not it Too precious, they talkin' shit Money Mayweather, my diamonds hit Ain't no quiet on this side, we turn it out Need about hunnid racks to pop out Got a whole lotta bands in my account Spend it all before I got the chance to count Yeah, this money comin' in, don't like to brag Gotta spend it all, can't takе it with me in a body bag Antisocial, get right to the point (Yеah, yeah) Letras de cancionesOh, you mad because I'm movin' on Runnin' through your head, it's a marathon They left me for dead, ooh, they dead me wrong Antisocial, you go and on I don't wanna talk about this anymore I don't know you but you go on and on I don't wanna talk about this anymore Are you done yet (Done yet) You've been runnin' your mouth since you walked in If it ain't about the bag then why we talkin'? If it ain't about the cash then why we talkin'? Why we talkin'? I'm on my boss shit I'm on my "I don't sip tap, I sip Voss," bitch I'm on some do just what I want and fuck the cost shit I'm on some if you cross me I will make you not exist Turn you anonymous Antisocial, get right to the point (Ooh, yeah) Oh, you mad because I'm movin' on Runnin' through your head, it's a marathon They left me for dead, ooh, they dead me wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh) Diamonds hit, diamonds hit It's easy, why you lyin', bitch? TT, goin' on your six Twin turbos to rock your shit I admit, I admit I have problems, I admit LV, I'm designed for it So sad I'm no condiment Antisocial, you go and on I don't wanna talk about this anymore I don't know you but you go on and on I don't wanna talk about this anymore From Letras Mania