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(Luca on the track) Yeah-yeah, yeah I'm from the trenches, we make choices I'm mixin' Henny with my feelings, hearin' voices Can't have no feelings 'cause these bitches they be poison I just get bands if it's not that then you avoid it, hmm My lifestyle real, this shit ain't digital Them racks holdin' my jeans, I'm tryna pick it up I'm so Amiri clean, she fuck my denims up But we was off that '42 so she ain't give a fuck Damn I miss the gang it's no fun Hit her in that coupe hopin' for buns I told that boy to keep his glizzy in his toms I'm just so grateful for my life, I beat the stomps Stomps, I beat the stomps, hmm Stomps, I bеat the stomps, hmmm Lamb truck I push it to the fullest, just catchin' vibеs Eyes on the prize, screamin', "Fuck them weirdo guys" Can't take my eyes off the Benz I got what I was dreamin', this my chance To become a millionaire Fuck the bitches with good hair Showin' up to club affairs Everybody know I'm here Letras de cancionesDrive that Bentley with no fear Steady switchin' different gears I'm still true myself, fuck what you hear, I don't care I'm from the trenches, we make choices I'm mixin' Henny with my feelings, hearin' voices Can't have no feelings 'cause these bitches they be poison I just get bands if it's not that then you avoid it, hmm My lifestyle real, this shit ain't digital Them racks holdin' my jeans, I'm tryna pick it up I'm so Amiri clean, she fuck my denims up (Luca on the track) But we was off that '42 so she ain't give a fuck From Letras Mania