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Red lean look like Cliford Cbass, bitch Akachi on the beat, lil bitch (Aye!) Up in the mornin', I roll me a blunt It's only 7 AM and I'm thinkin' 'bout money, you thinkin' 'bout stuff Sleep at your crib, boy you broke as a buck I'm thinkin' 'bout flyin' out I'll go to Miami just spyin' out You thinkin' bout how to get high now I'm thinkin' I'll maybe retire now You can't even purchase a 10 sack I smoke with my plug in the Benz back I post in my lab, it's my hideout Got twenty locations and ten stacks Look, I swear my car got accessories Wrist comin' out, lookin' sexy Call out the plays like a referee There ain't too many that mess with me Circle so small, I need motherfuckin' less of me Uh, look, uh My bitch is bad, her pussy is wet Back to the crib, I'm makin' a wreck Look, look Letras de cancionesBack to the crib, I'm makin' a wreck Ain't even fuck her, I play with the neck She ain't stay over, I Uber that back, uh, yeah, look She ain't stay over, I Uber that back She ain't stay over, I Uber that, look Smoke me a dutch, I'm finna roll me a blunt I roll up all of my fucks The Bentley is lit, I put a stick in the trunk You pussies don't wan' get hit I don't give a shit, like I'm on Pepto I'm out in Daygo, catch me at Petco Said I'm her Padre, hoe call me daddy, uh My new bitch look like a baddy, uh I'm gettin' cake, like it's patty, uh I'm in that Rari or Caddy, uh I prolly chill Puerto Rico, baby so thick I said she got a fatty, uh Tell you a story 'bout me and my niggas We roll through the hood with them triggers Just lookin' for pussy , I hope we can pop I don't fuck with cops, got evil to stop Big rollie face, it look like a clock Ya Bitch wanna fuck, I just want the top I need the mansion, need me the box I feel like I'm Patrick, stars on my watch Up in the mornin', I roll me a blunt It's only 7 AM and I'm thinkin' 'bout money, you thinkin' 'bout stuff Sleep at your crib, boy you broke as a buck I'm thinkin' 'bout flyin' out I go to Miami just buy it now You thinkin' bout how to get high now I'm thinkin' I'll maybe retire now, look I'm gettin' bands that poppin', mm These haters is mad, they watchin', mm Just spent 30,000 shoppin', mm Play Joey, their heads start boppin', look, uh, what? Bitch I met that shorty just yesterday Call her a Lyft to my crib today Course we go up to a shopping mall If she lucky we might have a dinner date Sike I'm kiddin' your bitch eat fish filet Haha, McDonald's My bitch is bad, her pussy is wet Back to the crib, I'm makin' a wreck Look, look Back to the crib, I'm makin' a wreck Ain't even fuck her, I play with the neck She ain't stay over, I Uber that back, uh, yeah, look She ain't stay over, I Uber that back She ain't stay over, I Uber that, look Smoke me a dutch, I'm finna roll me a blunt I roll up all of my fucks The Bentley is lit, I put a stick in the trunk You pussies don't wan' get hit I don't give a shit, like I'm on Pepto I'm out in Daygo, catch me at Petco Said I'm her Padre, hoe call me daddy, uh My new bitch look like a baddy, uh I'm gettin' cake, like it's patty, uh I'm in that Rari or Caddy, uh Look Baddie Its Joey Trap call me daddy From Letras Mania