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I'm tryna get the Louis, these Cartiers confusing These shoes are Versace, I don't [?] My exotic so potent, my bitches, they chose, they Italian, they smokin' She twenty, she throw it, I sip it, I pour it I spit this shit like a motherfuckin' poet Bitch, I'm the realest, but I never wrote this shit Just like a horse, I just hopped on and rode it I'm in a Trackhawk and I can't control it I can't have her play me just like a controller Do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor All these racks in my jeans got me feelin' so bloated Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like the ocean I just hit the lil' bitch and I told her come over Got the Bentley truck now, had to trade in the Rover I'm mixin' my soda, my heart just be just like Minnesota Pull the stick, let it loose like I'm bipolar All this loud in the house, got a loud odor Every nigga in the struggle got love for me All the plugs on the West, they got bud for me Every day, gotta hit up the gun range Niggas ain't got no heart, they just bitch-made I just purchased my lil' bitch a Mustang I been trappin', lil' nigga, since eighth grade Everything that I'm burning that high grade Made a hundred K juggin' 'em, then spent Letras de cancionesI swear me and lil' mama connected When she with me, she feel so protected This a 'Vette right here, that not a Lexus They show mad love when I go to Texas Just to re-up, I went me a distance I'll come and end your existence You got Virgil, had four of the santan Finna go get a bag, I'm relentless Makin' hits, ain't got time for these bitches We gon' see who can shoot this shit quickest How you pull out a stick and ain't hit shit? I just find me a glitch, I'm the slickest I just poured me a four in some Sunkist I'm tryna get the Louis, these Cartiers confusing These shoes are Versace, I don't [?] My exotic so potent, my bitches, they chose, they Italian, they smokin' She twenty, she throw it, I sip it, I pour it I spit this shit like a motherfuckin' poet Bitch, I'm the realest, but I never wrote this shit Just like a horse, I just hopped on and rode it I'm in a Trackhawk and I can't control it I can't have her play me just like a controller Do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor All these racks in my jeans got me feelin' so bloated Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like the ocean I just hit the lil' bitch and I told her come over Got the Bentley truck now, had to trade in the Rover I'm mixin' my soda, my heart just be colder Heart cold from all this pain, at Club E11EVEN on Biscayne Ordered fifty-nine rosé bottles, I swear to God that I miss Maine In the rearview when I switch lanes, Big 59, I done switched names Pull on side of this Bentley truck, 7.62's gon' exchange Forty thou' on these VV's, two thou' a tooth, the foreign powder blue Bad bitch from Chicago tryna pull up on me at the Fontainebleau Had a fifty on me at TSA, they was all new, they was all blue I ain't count shit and you ain't keepin' shit, tell your supervisor better fall through Line him up for a booby trap, bottle service at the Boobietrap Gucci on me, no Coogi hat, big dawg, no Scooby Snack My ex fucked my enemy, but I ain't bein' petty, tryna get her back Just tell him keep my name out his mouth, 'cause that sneak dissin' gon' get him whacked, it's Philthy I'm tryna get the Louis, these Cartiers confusing These shoes are Versace, I don't [?] My exotic so potent, my bitches, they chose, they Italian, they smokin' She twenty, she throw it, I sip it, I pour it I spit this shit like a motherfuckin' poet Bitch, I'm the realest, but I never wrote this shit Just like a horse, I just hopped on and rode it I'm in a Trackhawk and I can't control it I can't have her play me just like a controller Do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor All these racks in my jeans got me feelin' so bloated Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like the ocean I just hit the lil' bitch and I told her come over Got the Bentley truck now, had to trade in the Rover I'm mixin' my soda, my heart just be colder From Letras Mania