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Pull up to the house in somethin' you can't pronounce All of my chains is out Foreign lil' bitch, I'm learnin' her language now I know what her name is now But that ain't important, if he ain't gang we extort him I keep my brain in my quota I do the dash, I won't see flames from the motor Stay in your lane or get over Beep, beep, beep, beep, all of these bags, I'm a hoarder All of this activist movin' as fast as a tortoise Been ballin' since back, back, back, back Me and Lil' Rich, we been ballin' since national [?] I keep the cash like it's garbage The greener the grass in the garden, I'm plantin' a forest Red as the ants in the army Your bitch gon' get F'd like a test, shе got class in the mornin' Moonwalk, let the juicе talk Got sticks, got racks, no pool balls Don't think I won't shoot 'cause I'm a superstar I can shoot for the stars, hit a shootin' star I can walk it like I talk it with my shoes off Soft chinchilla in the villa, that's too hard Fuckin' on a lil' bitch, said her boyfriend a crip, cut her off Think she tried to give me blue balls Cheek, cheek, turn one booty, cheek, cheek, turn one booty Cheek, cheek, turn both booty cheeks, they go boom, bong Letras de cancionesI got one hoe with me, she got somethin' for me Let me take off this red and get blue on Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead," she gon' blow off Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead," she gon' blow off Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm That tongue put my dick in a headlock She gave me some neck, stuck her neck out I open her legs and she stretch down She lay in the bed and it's wet now She talk all that heat and she melt down I gave the drill and it helped out I gave her the D and she fell out Put some ice on her finger, she chilled out (Big CEO) You rappin' that shit that you ain't about (Woo) They really do anything for the clout (Clout) His daddy a rat, he a mini mouse (Ha) Ain't chasin' no bitches, we pick 'em out These niggas be lame, please do not speak on my name Short fifteen minutes of the fame Got a young nigga die for the chain (Chain) Buy a Cuban like, have 'em knock out your brain She wanna have a trust fund, baby Open up wide, girl, just take some I ain't gotta say nothin', she gon' just get naked Young nigga really rich, nah, I ain't just fakin' (Haa) Fuck is they talkin' 'bout? (Yeah) Why they hatin' on me 'cause I made it out? (Yeah) Ain't fightin', been walkin' with hella knots (Yeah) Took the Chrome Hearts and I made it hot They really owe me a big, big, big check (Yeah) I put it on and it's gone 'cause I trend-set (Yeah) Hop in lane [?] 'Vette (Err) And go buy some shit that you can't get (Bitch) I was proud of my self, bought the Prada fit I don't need no deal, [?] Why you play with the gang? Got a first-aid kit [?] now this bitch get hit, yeah I ain't really worried 'bout shit My baby mama bad and my bank account lit Ran up the money, I ain't ask for shit My son need the Pampers, I couldn't quit Now I just might go and buy a [Mercedes?] Back-to-back, me and Tunechi [?] Don't call my phone, no clearence I need a quarter mill for an appearance, bitch Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead," she gon' blow off Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead," she gon' blow off Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm That tongue put my dick in a headlock She gave me some neck, stuck her neck out I open her legs and she stretch down She lay in the bed and it's wet now She talk all that heat and she melt down I gave the drill and it helped out I gave her the D and she fell out Put some ice on her finger, she chilled out Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead," she gon' blow off Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm From Letras Mania