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(Diego) Yeah, we got beans Nigga sleep, then we gon' go and wake him up If we goin' bag to bag, then you niggas ain't made enough We'll go to war, but you niggas ain't brave enough I ain't have the pistol, then a nigga have the razor tucked Ayy, nigga never gave a fuck, money give me paper cuts Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause a young nigga so papered up Spin the block like a hula hoop, beat it down like FruityLoops Do what I do and my shooters do what shooters do Got the trap house jumpin' like some motherfuckin' hopscotch This ho so connected like a motherfuckin' hotspot Lil' brodie caught a body, he gon' get rid of the hot Glock Booty and a body, my lil' bitches is some hot thots Bitch, I'm off the lean, I don't ever pop no cough drops You could cop the work, I just cooked in a Crock-Pot She'll get this work, she look good up in that crop top I want all the smoke like I like chillin' in a hotbox Bust down wrist, this is not a stopwatch Ballin' on these niggas, I just scored up on the shot clock Bust down wrist, nigga, this is not a stopwatch Ballin' on these niggas, I just scored up on the— Ayy, hoodie from Céline, Glocky with a beam Fucked the woman of your dreams, nigga, what the fuck you mean? I'm a 'Miri jean fiend, freshest on the scene Letras de cancionesBitch, I'm from the mob, bada-boom, bada-bing God damn it, I'm so clean, foreign European Black and Philippine, how you fit up in them jeans? And you a lil' older, you could really show me things I ain't even gon' cap, baby girl, you is a queen Leave the messages on seen, don't let 'em in between She can have whoever, whenever, but it ain't gon' be me Leave the messages on seen, don't let 'em in between She can have whoever, whenever, but it ain't gon' be me, bitch From Letras Mania