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Hot cut the Fan on (Beat through this, G5) I said Hot cut the (Yo, Knock, this what I'm talkin' 'bout) Fan on Hot cut the fan on I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met I done moved on and I ain't thinkin' 'bout reversin' I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me? If you can fill my heart up with some love, I'd fill your purse You rockin' with the opps and I ain't even in a hearse yet Test me to my heart, I ain't gon' lie, that shit there hurt me Thinkin' 'bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday Ride thе foreign, but he spinnin' in a Forte Put my four-fivе in her Birkin, they don't search bae She wanna have a lil' baby like I'm Mark James No way, got wordplay like a board game But no, I ain't even got no words for nobody If you ain't ready for to die when we slide Then you need to get the fuck from around Opps opp together Birds of an opp opp together You ain't heard? One stone, two birds drop together Either the Glock or the chop, I do not do Berettas Letras de cancionesAnd if it's pleas that he cop, I am not gon' accept them Why he hatin' on me? I don't even really care They be plottin' on me, but I ain't goin' nowhere I put everybody on E, but my gas tank filled Sip lean on the road to riches, I woke up and we was there It's kinda hard to trust these bitches, I can't help this how I feel They don't even be wantin' me for me, want me because I'm him I know they heard I got a bag, must've heard I got a deal I ain't satisfied by where I'm at, but I'm glad I made it here Sippin' on Belaire, I feel it help me think I pop the top when I face the mic and I vent 'bout everything Hotboii, I'm goin' everywhere and ain't nowhere that I can't 'Cause we brought that light, even all through the night I be runnin' with the fire, know it's me I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met I done moved on and I ain't thinkin' 'bout reversin' I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me? If you can fill my heart up with some love, I'd fill your purse You rockin' with the opps and I ain't even in a hearse yet Test me to my heart, I ain't gon' lie, that shit there hurt me Thinkin' 'bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday I be cuttin' up in traffic like I'm road rage Double O baby, never know names Double O, lil' baby From Letras Mania