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(Beat that motherfucker up, Quad) Hey I know you so mad, it's so sickening (Sick) The way I'm shittin' on you niggas and I'm glistening Real trap nigga, point me where the kitchen is I'm a real nigga, you ain't the equivalent Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy I'm that nigga that be hittin' it, ayy Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy Very limited, ayy Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy I'm that nigga that be hittin' it, ayy Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy They very limited, ayy I know you so mad, it's so sickening (Sick) The way I'm shittin' on you niggas and I'm glistening Real trap nigga, point mе where the kitchеn is I'm a real nigga, you ain't the equivalent I'm a real nigga, we just ain't the same, bro Even if you got some money, fuck the same hoes Bad bitches fuck on lames too, you ain't know? I don't think it's a spot that I can't go Twenty racks in my pocket, it's a bankroll Give me that pussy, heard it taste like mango Letras de cancionesFuck her in the suite, used to hit it in the bando Turn it to the side, I'ma fuck it at an angle Make you do some yoga, pop it like a soda Bread like a toaster, throw the rock like I'm Hova Said, I'll make you do some yoga, pop it like a soda Got one question, name a nigga colder Ayy, bitch, I'm the snowman, I don't never hold hands I don't want love, I just want me some more bands Tryna stay low, duckin' feds and the attention I don't cop chops if it don't come with an extension Bitch, I'm the snowman, I don't never hold hands I don't want love, I just want me some more bands Tryna stay low, duckin' feds and the attention I don't cop chops if it don't come with an extension, nigga Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy I'm that nigga that be hittin' it, ayy Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy Very limited, ayy Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy I'm that nigga that be hittin' it, ayy Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy They very limited, ayy Me and your bitch gettin' intimate I see 'em out, I'm spinnin' it Real life, ain't no back and forth over the internet Real Sprite, taste like Jolly Ranchers how I blended it Real strikers, up and that gon' be the way I'm sendin' it Had to pop another, I'm tryna tell you, I ain't feelin' it Louis on my collarbone, you got to know I got it on Wake up late and count up by my lonely Yeah, big shit, she gon' take me by the OZ Draw down, make you come up out your Rollie Ain't shit change, still a hundred blicks around me Ain't shit, bae, you should left me where you found me Yeah, VS Cuban, bae, it's giving drowning Yeah, four black masks hoppin' out the Audi Stars in the Rolls, smoke it 'til it's cloudy Yeah, a hundred broke niggas tryna doubt me You can't get around me, yeah Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy I'm that nigga that be hittin' it, ayy Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy Very limited, ayy Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy I'm that nigga that be hittin' it, ayy Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy They very limited, ayy From Letras Mania