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(808 Mafia) Maison Mihara on my feet, not Margiela (Ah) She gon' let me fuck, it ain't nothin' you can tell her I just took some bands out the bank [?] (Yeah, yeah) It ain't nothin' to me, I spent it all on this sweater (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, talkin' 'bout bitches, I got several If havin' hoes was a sport then I'd have a gold medal (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't worried 'bout a opp, let 'em die slow like rosepetals (Yeah, yeah) If they try me get popped, I guess they should've known better You should've known better (Ah) You need some more cheddar (Ooh) I got some more choppers, yeah I got a brand-new Beretta (New) I dropped out of school and bought me a tool I'm ridin' 'round like I'm the devil Yeah, I fucked that lil bitch on the molly (Molly) Yeah, she suck on my dick then she swallow it (Swallow) The apes ain't seein' a drought (Ooh) These niggas be tellin' about it (Ooh) The reason I'm in and out (Yeah) These niggas be actin' like cops (Cops) I don't make peace with opps (Nah) I don't give a fuck 'bout a opp (Nah) I pull up with sticks then mop (Mop) Letras de cancionesI mop a nigga block (No cap) I pull up and pop your top Maison Mihara on my feet, not Margiela (Ah, ha) She gon' let me fuck, it ain't nothin' you can tell her I just took some bands out the bank [?] (Yeah, yeah) It ain't nothin' to me, I spent it all on this sweater (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, talkin' 'bout bitches, I got several If havin' hoes was a sport then I'd have a gold medal (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't worried 'bout a opp, let 'em die slow like rosepetals (Yeah, yeah) If they try me get popped, I guess they should've known better (Bow) Niggas ain't know me, I made it out the street [?] Pussy nigga hatin' [?] Still posted up with kilos on 800 Block (I'm on there) Madd Maxx and Ken, they gon' blow (They gon' blow) I ain't never had a job, I rep the 44 (44) All my friends locked up for fraud, ain't talkin' card (Ain't) The bad bitches suck me while [?] 800 Maison Mihara on my feet, not Margiela (Ayy) She gon' let me fuck, it ain't nothin' you can tell her I just took some bands out the bank [?] (Yeah, yeah) It ain't nothin' to me, I spent it all on this sweater (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, talkin' 'bout bitches, I got several If havin' hoes was a sport then I'd have a gold medal (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I ain't worried 'bout a opp, let 'em die slow like rosepetals (Yeah, yeah) If they try me get popped, I guess they should've known better (Yeah, yeah, woo) From Letras Mania