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Huh? Aye! What? A-A-Astro, got it runnin' Pussy! Yuh! Mathiastyner Okay New kicks, check that Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that All you other rappers got set-back I run the game, bitch I said that New kicks, check that Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that All you other rappers got set-back I run the game, bitch I said that Your bitch want my dick, she a dummy Wrap that boy up with some tape, he a mummy Pull out my dick and I nut on her tummy DC my slime, his nose always runny Pussy be talkin' that fuck shit Call up CJ, that boy he gon' dump shit Broke boi be hating, he know that I run shit I got a pregnant bitch, I'm with that dumb shit Letras de cancionesSike bitch, I'm playin' Lil Frosty goin' Super Saiyan Get rich or die trying, thats the plan If I go back home, that bitch want a mate Fuck a handout, bitch I [?] shit Come get your bae cus she all on my dick Fuck with Frosty your bitch might get hit I don't sell no crack but my chain cost a brick Light-skinned bitch in my DMs tryna fuck You can get this dick, but miss me with the cuff That bitch like a blower, she wanna do a suck Body bag the pussy, left that in the trunk New kicks, check that Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that All you other rappers got set-back I run the game, bitch I said that New kicks, check that Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that All you other rappers got set-back I run the game, bitch I said that Shout out my nigga Big Frosty Tell 'em get off me No I'm not Jesus, don't cross me You niggas ain't [?] She wanna gobble my dick it's impossible Lil bitch I don't want you, I swear that I'm positive My niggas slide through to your crib then we rob it Bruce Wayne cus I swear that we robbin' it Fuck bitch, fuck, niggas finna duck Bitch we came in with that fye .223, on the side Cut that boy neck off, got a machete, I know that his head soft He deserved it, they callin' it manslaughter And we poppin' too much, make the lead harder And your bitch got no name, call her head [?] Tell Lil Frosty to pull up and headshot him That's my nigga, on God we ain't playin' bout him And my mans got his blood on my red bottoms Fuck! New kicks, check that Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that All you other rappers got set-back I run the game, bitch I said that New kicks, check that Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that All you other rappers got set-back I run the game, bitch I said that From Letras Mania