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Yeah, yeah (Okay Camron) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah You know a nigga just came back from London and shit, you know? It used to be no furniture and now I got Chanel blankets when it's cold (For real) Pray for me 'cause it's dangerous on the road (Pray for me) I'm famous where I'm from (Yeah), I'm famous in the States (Yeah) I'm famous overseas (Yeah) for soda my shit rose Tryna see what a **** claimin', we gon' wipe a **** family tree I brought it out to blow it, baby girl, she think she scammin' me I can't ink a deal with rappers, man, this shit too much to handle me Wockhardt in my Fanta drink, pop out, it's a movie scene Voices through the streets, niggas say what they gon' do to me Fresh since I was young, ask the ones who went to school with me (For real) Teacher say, "You way too smart, what you actin' out for?" You run it up, you hood rich, you think it's turned to Alpo I'm so used to this lil' paper, count it with my eyes closed They tell me put the syrup down, fuck it, I'ma die slow When you born, you gotta go, you think I'ma cry? No First advance, ain't get no jewelry, fuck it, I'ma buy dope Yeah, ayy First advance, ain't buy no jewelry, fuck it, I'ma buy dope (Yeah) Gotta figure out ways to triple this shit Letras de cancionesFirst advance, except for jewelry, fuck it, I'ma buy dope Yeah, gang-gang You know I'm puttin' on the gang, nigga puttin' on for the family First advance, fuck some jewelry, fuck it, I'ma buy dope Mob, mm The mob gon' keep it trill I can't leave them ones behind, I'ma put on my folks My first time I lost some money, shit, I damn near lost my mind I could fuck it up a hundred times, I still won't lose the grind I got Rollies by the flavors, I don't use it for no time (No) Baby lookin' 'cause I'm shinin', fuck one time, she say it's mine (Oh, yeah) 'Bout that paper, do whatever, I get crooked, it get hard to walk that line Man, that pill get hard to swallow 'cause my heart be on the line He said he wasn't gon' drop me, fuck he walkin' for that dime Charged me for a coffee, ain't no coffee up in mine She just washed the money, had so much, I crossed her eyes Had them shooters creep up from the side, don't be surprised Who you gon' believe them or me? They tellin' lies Brodie, he ain't Muslim, in the streets sellin' pies (Uh) You ain't really trappin' if you left the scale inside, nigga (Uh) See it on your face, boy, how you really feel inside (Uh) All the shit I been through, I'm just blessed I'm still alive, yeah (All the shit I been through) Never seen me bitch up when it's on, they scared to ride (Come on) You know I'm the wave and I ain't never made that ride (Come on) You don't ever see him but they talk just like a podcast (Come on) Today I'm feelin' good, I'm goin' shoppin' with your fine ass I just wanna show you off, your ex called, fuck 'em, you blow him off Fuckin' with the boy, how? Niggas must be smokin' soft (Yeah) Rented for the whole night and I got some more to toss Valet my shit, pull it to the front and don't cut my motor off Told that bitch, "Look, you can scam or roll, tell me who the boss?" Proud 'cause I be standin' on the business they ain't see me crawl Top for real, don't piss me off These niggas be CB4 Sleepin' on me, oh okay, bet his ass won't sleep no more You know I'm a G, stickin' to the G code Gotta keep her neat, tryna dodge a RICO Schools with Travis Scott, Burberry peacoat Shawty brought two friends with her, now I'm thee and 0 I been countin' all day, sorry, I ain't leavin' home She's hurt with the game, now it's hard to leave me 'lone Gotta be the nice guy, drugs got me thinkin' wrong Play wtih mine, we blinkin' out, we sprayin' up the— Face, haha, face, face mob, nigga You know what the fuck goin' on Live from the corner suite From Letras Mania