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Ooh shit Ooh, yeah All-star big boy with the [?] Tryna snack a bag the size of Chris Christie We come through snappin' ya city raps big Leslie Show up and show out like Eddie snappin' on red tea Chill, but chill don't make me bust off your headpiece Strange, style is ass, ya fans is G-string Can't beat 'em then join 'em, your stance is weakling The bass fuck up your face and it ain't the weekend Vans, back on the [?] new heat like a Trump staff bath Deep in the bloodline like bubble we swim Travellin' man that plans to go out with a bump pass Make it radio, son, off the Tinder and swipe right 'Cause I'm the stereotype of niggas who run fast Got hate on your plate and lawsuit a lunch back Your whole album sayin' my features a must-have [?] on the clock 'cause he dumps trash That it ain't been done don't know I did it Been doin' it since nigga's fitted caps wasn't fitted All that in the sack, snacks with the sandwiches Smoke it like Tatsu what the fuck ninja vanishin' [?] King of the rings sting with aluminum batshit And if they claim they do it', I'm doin' [?] shit Letras de cancionesLike fuck you and every nigga you ever rapped with I got money on me, gettin' money Some rappers, that's an investment Five niggas with no jobs, now that's a collective All in all, [?] it's impressive They call it complex, I call it [?] bitches with collars on necks Calling vs text, we heard the inflection through the message ain't mixed You know what I meant, said what I meant, I meant it Oh, (shit!) Oh, (shit!) Oh, (shit!) It’s for my dummies who front like they know (shit) A wise head still grindin' to grow (shit) Oh shh, oh (shit) Oh, (shit) Oh, (shit) It's for my honeys with money that own (shit) Blow niggas, get money and grow (shit) Oh I ain't got no fur coat, but I got a book bag full of Merlot I'm lyin, I ain't go no fuckin' Merlot I drink whiskey, but I do want a fur coat This shit is trippy What? Just in the bar, spittin' bars at the bar Go to the bathroom, take a shit, then I hop in the Uber car Too bizarre, you know who you are You should get hit by a moving car Your stupid ride made me [?] What's going on, are you retarded? I'm not retarded, is that your father? A tragic liar? Is that desire, is that a fire? Remember Meyer? I'm all cool with top 6 Oh, (shit!) Oh, (shit!) Oh, (shit!) It’s for my dummies who front like they know (shit) A wise head still grindin' to grow (shit) Oh shh, oh (shit) Oh, (shit) Oh, (shit) It's for my honeys with money that own (shit) Blow niggas, get money and grow (shit) Oh Fuckin' right, flame on Phoenix crush ya whole group, raid on Get 86'd, radon First, gimme ya love, bear it, phase on It's the real serenade swan song Facepalm to ‘Herazade, but I kill the king on day one Heritage, part Asian Smackin' merit badges off ya body with a baseball bat, stay strong Niggas act like I'm a [?] Clue is that they never knew there was a married Luther, stupid Haven, like fledge from door to door But they ignore for more dumb shit than golf [?], biatch Lord [?] small spaces like Fiats Your balls and my balls, same scale [?] and your barrage of all-star false rails Loud and obnoxious, like there's noxious gases in the air I'm in Indiana while [?] cares, got 'em Shit, what for naught Nothing's a problem, 'les your face is not in gutter you're trash Shit! Oh, (shit!) Oh, (shit!) Oh, (shit!) It’s for my dummies who front like they know (shit) A wise head still grindin' to grow (shit) Oh shh, oh (shit) Oh, (shit) Oh, (shit) It's for my honeys with money that own (shit) Blow niggas, get money and grow (shit) Oh Hahahaha Everything's fine Doctor? Everything's fine Doctor? Doctor? From Letras Mania