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Oh she spicy, oh she moving hot And we moving wock, and we moving wocky You know I be coming High fashion, attraction, eyes open We gon pull up in these black trucks, I got gang with me do you act up Brrt brrt, I call my side bitch when she act up (ohh, brrt brrt) They asking me questions, why do it really matter? He was stopping her glow, ever since she left that nigga that bitch done got badder Barely posting my tricks, they steady stealing my style We could fuck up in private, but in public baby hold it down (be quiet) I feel like I'm the shit, I'm conceited I don't know about you and your gang but me and my niggas we be undefeated Ksubis on, I be in my feelings don't do me wrong Why she play with my feelings, I'm moving on I ain't taking no breaks I want it all Post a flick on the gram and I get impressions Link up where you at, I ain't with the texting And I'm living my best life, what the fuck is stressing And I thanking to God, I got some blessings And I move in the streets with a [?], fell in love cause she be on her [?] Don't be testing my temper I [?], grrt pa boom I'm off this, yeah She giving mouth like a winning, she don't need a nigga that's why she the trillest High end fashion I kill it, 'Miris for the trap attire I'm the illest Letras de cancionesYou wanna be, you is not me, got a big bag who can stop me You got bodies [?] I [?] Imma go for your friend if you play me And you look good come here baby I ain't got time for complaining Ohh, let me slide it in, hit the spot that'll make you crazy I don't got time for this shit, if you ain't talking bout money then hang up quick And I pull up fast with my niggas so you better bring your friends Cause we, outside tonight, envy You can see it in their eyes We gon pull up in these black trucks, I got gang with me do you act up Brrt brrt, I call my side bitch when she act up (ohh, brrt brrt) They asking me questions, why do it really matter? He was stopping her glow, ever since she left that nigga that bitch done got badder Barely posting my tricks, they steady stealing my style We could fuck up in private, but in public baby hold it down (be quiet) I feel like I'm the shit, I'm conceited I don't know about you and your gang but me and my niggas we be undefeated From Letras Mania