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What Hey, listen Listen Life got brazy, yeah And this guap, yeah It feel amazing [?] Ay, ay, ay Ay, listen Life got brazy, and this guap, it’s amazing I was sad about my ex-bitch, but we just fixed relations I just pulled up in my new whip, Ford, skrting, racing Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases I just pulled up, what the flex do Diamond so go gadget, no ratchet, no pistols I sip on mud, I came out the mud so resentful Might smoke this cigarette, catch my drift of how I missed you Can’t spot these fuck niggas, they be hating like bitches do So I just stack my paper and count these residuals Ay, I’m in a foreign whip, I got the top back Letras de cancionesGot big knots, I got big racks Gotta get it good like I’m Vegeta Boy, I’m the only real nigga and then some Pay attention, you won’t lose track, and I get none Fuck up a check, just to make it back Call up [?], tell him we the best Got a milli on my chest I’m now, fuck next Fuck up a check, just to make it back Call up [?], tell him we the best Got a milli on my chest I’m now, fuck next Got a milli on my chest I’m now, fuck next Like Life got brazy, and this guap, it’s amazing I was sad about my ex-bitch, but we just fixed relations I just pulled up in my new whip, foreign, skrting, racing Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases Chop the xans, like I’m Jackie Chan, remixing them bases From Letras Mania