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Go Sleeze Money, uh Yeah Still in this bitch cappin' with Dan, you know? Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh (Let's do it) Sleeze Money, you know we been winnin' Throwin' them bullets, but no, we ain't pitchin' Since a toddler, you knew I been sippin' Fuckin' that bitch like some sauce, yeah, I'm dippin' Smokin' the chronic and it got me itchin' Hit the gas in the Demon, I'm driftin' The fuck make you think that I'm needin' assistance? You still ask your homies if they can go chip in White and black diamonds, got my jewelry blend in Need the load, then you know that I'm sendin' All of your moves, why do they still be pendin'? She don't like suckin' the dick? Yеah, I'm endin' Fuck around, let all her friеnds in Talkin' 'bout shit that I do, now I'm trendin' Glocks, TECs, MACs, Smith & Wesson You know that the Glock is my best friend At the wedding, you know that I'm best man Dumpin' out shots, we get fouled, bring the ref in On the pull up, ain't doin' that textin' You can get knocked off for doin' that sextin' Letras de cancionesClips, whips, necklace I know a killer stack bodies like Tetris So you better count all your blessings Ain't fuckin' with niggas, a hand, I ain't lendin' All of that cappin' and fu' shit really start pissin' me off Grabbin' the sack and I run, Randy Moss Don't make us start pickin' you off The shit you been savin' to get, yeah, I bought You innocent 'til you get caught Unless you a rat You know my niggas not familiar with that I made your rent off of flippin' the packs Time movin' too fast, so I'm sippin' the Act' I don't think you was really out there sellin' crack Man, these niggas ain't livin' like that Flew to Cali, I ain't goin' back Touch so much money, I ain't keepin' track We was doin' them hits off the app Sleeze Money, they touchin' more stacks than your dad (Your dad, bitch) You know that my niggas been stackin' You niggas be scratchin' the surface, but ain't keepin' traction Hit from the back, it's a whole lot of action Screaming loud noise, Toni Braxton Just grabbed the load and it's massive Don't ask for a fee, 'cause you know that I'm taxin' Runtz in my 'Wood, and you know I ain't passin' I'm feelin' like Keef, hit the Turbo and that's it Actin' an ass, ridin' 'round Laurel Canyon Back up, lil' bitch, no, you not my companion Say he told in that heat, well, you know that I'm tannin' Callin' plays, I feel like Peyton Manning (Yeah) No Lasko, you know that I'm fannin' So you know that my diamonds be cool Drippin' that sauce like I stepped out a pool All of my bitches be freaky and rude Like a janitor, stay with a tool Off a Perky, I get in my mood Touchin' my Wocky, put you on the news Man, I never even heard of this dude Back in my hood, they callin' me the truth 'Fit costin' a fifty, I'm just in the booth I'm fresh to death in Canadian Goose I ain't fuckin' with one, man, I need about two bitches Yeah, I need about two bitches Uh, nigga, need 'bout two stitches, nigga, uh And your boo listen, uh, yeah, uh, uh Too smitten From Letras Mania