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Y'all get ready for that Luxury Music Group shit man, LMG man, highlife boy, real high life, high life man, please believe, NC-double-A shit man, [?] shit, you know what I'm sayin' If this car got feelings too, crash out like ya' love me Knowin' I'll make that shit back, I'm the first one show a hunnid in cash Mama said, "Baby adapt," niggas be feenin', just make that shit last I was too young for the Act', I put some Wock' in the peach just for that Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon' get to roarin' She wanna put me in the hot seats, in the streets, already torchin' (Ayy) City girl bring me peace, talk that shit, ain't no rookie like Veeze AMG at three, your ho called to make surе I eat Ho nigga scored on the pints, know it's a drought so thеy playin' for keeps Bitches ignorin' the rules, niggas ignorin' them too Anything to get that cake, but you ain't even eat your food Tryna get a stripper ho laid, Label really think i'm in the A for the stu' 'Pose to shoot a video today but I need sleep 'cause my life been a movie Pretty girl get in my way, tell me yo' lies, let me get through Go off in a Jeep, charged up, bitch don't feel my mood Sick of the Beni', we've been eating that shit like Chinese food She don't like HEMI's, if it ain't foreign, in her eyes it's useless I had a dream, AJ with Stacy, playin' her part in Clueless Thousand dollar cup, it hold my fate, I'm a bad influence Couple thousands up, so now you make the money music Somebody teach me love is not a adorin' She say, "Yup, you stuck with me, it's quarantine, no tourin'" New red-eye, it look like me, them loud ass pipes euphoric Letras de cancionesOpen up on 290, here from the Low End If this car got feelings too, crash out like ya' love me Knowin' I'll make that shit back, I'm the first one show a hunnid in cash Mama said, "Baby adapt," niggas be feenin', just make that shit last I was too young for the Act', I put some Wock' in the peach just for that Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon' get to roarin' She wanna put me in the hot seats, in the streets, already torchin' (Ayy) City girl bring me peace, talk that shit, ain't no rookie like Veeze AMG at three, your ho called to make sure I eat Real shit, you know what I'm sayin', NBA, National Big Boy Association man, for real they need to really hear about this, yeah so, Google that, Google this, WorldStar that From Letras Mania