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(this shit a hit, Yoga) This shit a hit, Yoga Yeah, pew-pew, pew Pew-pew Bounce, ayy, bounce, ayy, bounce Yoga Flame Uh (Ayy), uh (Ayy), uh, uh, uh (What?) Yeah (What?), yeah (What?), uh, I'ma fuck 'em, I fuck 'em (What?) Damn, damn, damn, damn Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I just wanna go on tour (Ayy) I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy) I just got head from a thot (Thot) But I still want some more (Ayy) Can't stop sippin' that lean (Lean) I just poured a four (Ayy) Got a new Glock with a beam Hollow tips shootin' through your door More, more, more, more I want more, more, more I need more, more, more I want more, more, more I want Uh, uh, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, uh Letras de cancionesChopper gon' pick you up, uh Smoking big 'Woods, stuffed And I don't give no fucks Got a new chain, uh Made it out the rain, uh Feel no pain, uh Uh, uh, my fuck shit drive you crazy, uh But you can't leave me, baby, uh Tryna get a new Mercedes, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I just wanna pour a four Yeah, I got a lot of guap But I still want some more I just wanna go on tour (Ayy) I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy) I just got head from a thot (Thot) But I still want some more (Ayy) Can't stop sippin' that lean (Lean) I just poured a four (Ayy) Got a new Glock with a beam Hollow tips shootin' through your door More, more, more, more I want more, more, more I need more, more, more I want more, more, more I want I got a new chopper, it's bustin' I got a new bitch and she fuckin', uh, uh I'm geekin', I'm pourin' up Wockhardt I'd rather not sip on no 'Tussin, uh, uh You know that I got it, it's on me right now And I'm bustin' and that's no discussion I think I see 12 and I got it on me, I can't go to jail I'm in the, I'm in the trap, I got the dope, pass me the scale, yeah I got, I got racks and pounds sendin' through the mail, ayy I bust down my chain 'cause I wanna skate I'm faded as fuck, I just poured an eight I feel like the G.O.A.T, nigga, I'm great And I got them racks, bitch, I'm straight I fell in, I fell in love with my double cup Ain't enough, ain't enough work, need to double up I hit the, I hit the stu' and I fuck it up (Uh) If niggas run up then that chopper go, uh Get in that pussy, she screamin' like, "Ooh" Turn to a, turn to a demon when I'm off juice Too many, too many thots, I cannot choose Beat up the, beat up the pot, give it a bruise I just wanna go on tour (Ayy) I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy) I just got head from a thot (Thot) But I still want some more (Ayy) Can't stop sippin' that lean (Lean) I just poured a four (Ayy) Got a new Glock with a beam Hollow tips shootin' through your door More, more, more, more I want more, more, more I need more, more, more I want more, more, more I want From Letras Mania