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You want it? (You) Can't have it (What?) Can’t manage (What?), no attachment (Yeah) I'm not from (Me), this planet (Huh) Crash landing (What?), diamonds on me and they dancin' You want it? (You) Can’t have it (What?) Can't manage (What?), no attachment (Yeah) You want it? (You) Can't have it (What?) Can't manage (What?), no attachment Jealousy, envy, and greed Walk around and it follow me (Me, yeah) Fresh to death penalty Secretly I'm really deceased (Yeah) I got like no room to breathe Tesla coupe feel like submarine (Ooh, skrrt, ooh) She Japanese, Guyanese Skin tone look like Hennessy More money, more problems for me Mind frame expand off a beam Number 9 with rips on the seams Summer nights, my ends didn't leave Remember nights my ends didn't meet Me and bro went half on a deegs Fast forward we in Miami Fuck three ho's, trilogy on repeat More zeroes but I keep it discreet Letras de cancionesMy earlobes, they dance Billie Jean Broski still stuck in the streets My uncle’s in the bin getting deezed Look ’round, many depend on me Infinity stones, think I found every piece Closed doors, big collection of keys Back then, paradise on TV (Yeah) Woke up, no, this not a dream No more living life on repeat (Yeah) You want it? (You) Can't have it (What?) Can’t manage (What?), no attachment (Yeah) I'm not from (Me), this planet (Huh) Crash landing (What?), diamonds on me and they dancin' And my bitch on my stick .45 blitz, it won't miss Everything hit (Yeah), diamonds hit (Yeah) Check my wrist (Yeah), tick, tick, tick (Hey) Look at my bitch, thick, thick, thick Money come in, infinite Take a trip then extend Talk a ton of shit, don’t make sense (Yeah) From Letras Mania