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(Akachi on the beat lil' bitch) (Joey Trap is daddy, fuck all them other rappers) Look Big watch, big bands huh? Got your main bitch, looking like a fan huh? Money in my pocket, to be honest I can't stand up 20 niggas' bitches in my crib, make my bed rock 30 bands in my True jeans She gon' suck my dick 'til it's softer that's a true queen No one's tryna' cuff me all these bitches say I'm too mean I can't trust them anyway these bitches fuck the whole team Dumb nigga won't beef, nigga eat a hamburger 'Cause this 30 on my hip finna handle you Talkin' on that internet, I never was a fan of it He done seen a Nina by my nuts and he ran from it Dumb nigga just a track star, used to ride the bus now I'm sliding in that fast car, NASCAR Switch lanes, swerving this a jaguar Stupid-ass nigga really scared, got a fast heart I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through It's prolly' because I never asked asked they name when they came through! Two X on my belt, but this Fendi Two S, but I'll never [?] Letras de cancionesI got two racks chilling in my hand, off the xanny She asked for a sip, stupid bitch I'm not friendly Dummy, Aye I be gassin', bring two things lil' bitch I be cashin' Shake that ass, lil' bitch you be spazzin' Ain't no foreign. lil' bitch this a Hasten Over, aye Get it back though, stupid-ass niggas thought they finna get a pass though Runnin' through them bands, we ain't know a nigga fast though (Look) If I was a comic book they'd prolly call me flash, ho Big watch, big bands huh? Got your main bitch, looking like a fan huh? Money in my pocket, to be honest I can't stand up 20 niggas' bitches in my crib, make my bed rock 30 bands in my True jeans She gon' suck my dick 'til it's softer that's a true queen No one's tryna' cuff me all these bitches say I'm too mean I can't trust them anyway these bitches fuck the whole team Dumb nigga won't beef, nigga eat a hamburger 'Cause this 30 on my hip finna handle you Talkin' on that internet, I never was a fan of it He done seen a Nina by my nuts and he ran from it Dumb nigga just a track star, used to ride the bus now I'm sliding in that fast car, NASCAR Switch lanes, swerving this a jaguar Stupid-ass nigga really scared, got a fast heart I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through It's prolly' because I never asked asked they name when they came through! From Letras Mania