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Dope boy swag to the maximum Fact: dealing yay for the pay With the strap on Money ain't a thang than a quick mean Nigga, murder ain't a thang But a quick reach BK nigga, and I been wassup Word to my mother, I don't give a fuck Like a fronting hoe, I ain't fronting, though I ain't gotta make the call I just dump and go Fast lane, looking shit, I'm in the streets And you can feel that When I get a beat Detailed rep, You can see my sheet I've been told that Since I had the peach Firstly, thug shit New York city drug house Drug shit Countable. That's what the fuck I'm representing Thirty cash with the floss What the fuck am I repenting, nigga?! Letras de canciones (Pre-Hook) Yeah, I'm selling brownies for the getaway BSB, in the hood, need a medal, slick I'm all good with heavy bling Nigggas pro'ly putting holes into er'thang (Hook) Everything Everything My niggas putting holes into Everything (Prraaaa) Everything Everything (Verse) Niggas who ain't selling no records look defeated No shades on, and the club close repeated Old tool, I told you, I ain't need it Billie Jean step on the square, told you to beat it Bricks in my backpack, scale and a black Mac Niggas don't talk on the phone They just top that(?) Unwrap roll, Icitall mix(?) Once you shrink rap Mummify bricks Hundred thousand dolla car, minimums And the candy colored coat like an M&M Came with the bleached blonde, bitch, You love Emin3m And it tan on the skin like a Timbaland Er'thing, nigga, I got everything Money, cash, bitches, I got everything Niggas talking like they heavy sling We get it straight from the Metal Inn (Pre-Hook) (Hook) From Letras Mania