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[?], this ain't Old Navy Balenciaga, these ain’t looks, bitch my drip crazy I be on mics like drum man paid me Spend about 10 just this month, my [?] game made me Wore the same pants all week, they ain't even notice Fucked 3 bitches in one night, off the beans I'm loaded Kick the quick one on the Johnny’s almost hit a building I got these niggas play running, y'all are all my children Opps got cameras on their block, cars by the building They ain't stopping my lil' niggas from doing no spending I had a 50 ball and guns before the pandemic I was on sicklings before [?] tequila was mixing Watch your tone before them straps leave them Gucci bags Hide your bitch before I hand her ass a nut rag Bitch screaming my name Trey like DJ 1st tag Shout out the women out there fucking through their Cashapp That mean green knocked me out like I had Jetlag One year later, I'm still spending that EMPIRE bag I'm sick of niggas throwing slugs on their Twitter rant When halftime open up, on Dame you niggas getting slapped Kicked, spit on, suplex, bitch smack Might even DDT shit, I'm on nigga's necks 2 hours later I’m off molly in a trippy [?] This ain’t the same in my head when I was in Sacramento I be saying shit you niggas afraid to say Above all, actually by the 22nd way Letras de cancionesPiece for piece, tree to tree, all through alleyway It's been a minute, but I’m still the king of the blade Now if if was a hundred dollar bill Your goofy ass would be sittting on a mil' Now if I ever go broke or go paralyzed Banks getting robbed, you getting stripped in [?] From Letras Mania