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Bro I feel like I'm the one I'm really up, I'm the flyest kid that's in the cut That's really us, we just went and did another rush We ain't playing bro, no, I really came up from the mud Oh, you running outta luck Balling like I'm Michael Jordan If she call me then I'm scoring Send a text in the morning Baby, I can see my dreams coming true I see it coming closer, oh no Only speak the truth, I hit it 'till it's over, oh no Really came up from the benches, now I'm going off I ain't tryna make friends, tryna make bucks Fourth quarter balling like I ain't had enough Pull up on me, I can guarantee you're gеtting rushed Bro I feel like I'm the onе I'm really up, I'm the flyest kid that's in the cut That's really us, we just went and did another rush We ain't playing bro, no, I really came up from the mud Oh, you running outta luck Uh, always keep composure (Yeah) We are not finished 'till its over (Over) Letras de cancionesI can never fold 'pply the pressure, shooting like Ginóbili See you getting cold feet, I'm moving They can never slow me, get to it MVP, girl you already know I do this Really came up from the benches, now I'm going off I ain't tryna make friends, tryna make bucks Fourth quarter balling like I ain't had enough Pull up on me, I can guarantee you're getting rushed Bro I feel like I'm the one I'm really up, I'm the flyest kid that's in the cut That's really us, we just went and did another rush We ain't playing bro, no, I really came up from the mud Oh, you running outta luck From Letras Mania