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Tote my bag 'longside my rib I don't eat pork, I don't talk to no pigs I don't trust niggas who abandon their kids You still servin' Alabama with mid I don't hold work, I get off swift Can't trust bitches, they talk too much Can't afford this drip 'cause it cost too much Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much I was in the studio, fuck these sluts And I sold 400 bags this month Can't let a bitch nigga hit my blunt BC the gang, we a unified front I'ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch And I'm in the crib rollin' Purple Punch She done felt the Lord and I only hit it once Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks These the Diors, I ain't rockin' no Dunks I ain't go to class lil' nigga, I flunked And I got 90 bags in my trunk, under my spare Hit her from the back, pullin' her hair Rocks in my yard, nigga, beware Nigga can't lack, gotta be aware I ain't have shit, life ain't fair Damn, baby girl lookin' good in them sweats I ain't talkin' shoes but I'm runnin' to a check Letras de cancionesTold my girl sorry for the neglect She just wanna lay around the house and have sex Plug got a plug and he just hit me with a text He just sent three different packs for a test run Every day I serve, nigga, gotta keep a handgun And I got the weed, sell it in my mansion Everything plant-based, I done went vegan I done been down bad, know he freezin' But lil' girl sick as hell, cold, she was sneezin' Talked to the Lord and I told him I need Him Why you in the trap, not shoppin'? Nigga, beat it Just like a keyboard, you can get deleted All my goals, nigga, I'ma exceed 'em And I got five straps in the two-seater And I got the queen with me like Latifah All my niggas pit bulls, nigga, I'ma breed 'em Yeah, yeah, and I got exotic comin' in every weekend Nigga, this motivation when I'm speakin' Niggas tellin' on their partner, that's treason Lil' nigga mad at me, he ain't eatin' He ain't got hustle, lil' nigga, that's the reason Tote my bag 'longside my rib I don't eat pork, I don't talk to no pigs I don't trust niggas who abandon their kids You still servin' Alabama with mid I don't hold work, I get off swift Can't trust bitches, they talk too much Can't afford this drip 'cause it cost too much Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much I was in the studio, fuck these sluts And I sold 400 bags this month Can't let a bitch nigga hit my blunt BC the gang, we a unified front I'ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch And I'm in the crib rollin' Purple Punch She done felt the Lord and I only hit it once Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks These the Diors, I ain't rockin' no Dunks I ain't go to class lil' nigga, I flunked From Letras Mania