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(Welcome to 1st class) (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around Yeah, it's up (Uh, uh) Yeah, it's up, uh Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks (Give no fucks, yeah) Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (Got my bucks, yeah) I could teach you how to run it up, okay (Run it up, yeah) We gon' send you up Uh, bitch, I'm going up And that's why she wanna fuck If I call my shooters, you gon' see a lot of blood See a lot of that, you gon' see a lot of slugs Fucking on this ho, man, it was what it was Treat you like some nic', bitch, you only give me buzz Uh, when I'm rocking Rick, I get all type of love Said that she in love, she on all type of drugs, yeah, yeah I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now Letras de cancionesRunning through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around Yeah, it's up (Uh, uh) Yeah, it's up (Uh) Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks (Give no fucks, yeah) Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (Got my bucks, yeah) I could teach you how to run it up, okay (Run it up, yeah) Tropicana worth two hundred, bezel, love to stunt it Uh, I ain't playing with a stain, you want it, I might stun you Yeah, I just unsealed the good pack, it's like onions Shed a tear, send another 'Wood back and it's busting Oh, we just ran it up, fell in love chasing racks Baby, I'm not the one, I don't want to change your mind Have your discussions, doing me so fluently Come enjoy the luxuries, easily could change your vibe, like I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around Yeah, it's up (Up) Yeah, it's up Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks (Give no fucks, yeah) Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (Got my bucks, yeah) I could teach you how to run it up, okay (Run it up, yeah) Run it up, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania