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Woah, woah Woah, Look Killa (Rave) Look Killa (Rave) Look Killa I come in when they wakin' up My twin slide by, he'll take your money All these niggas said they makin' money But, honestly, they don't make enough They ain't makin' nothin' That bitch keep frontin' My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racin', dawg All this codeine help my diamonds Pop a G6 molly and I'm takin' off Honestly, I don't do the lovin' And I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties All these pints, it's a Top Floor pharmacy I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me I'm tryna figure out which one love me I'm tryna figure out which one trust mе My chain keep swangin', my gang keep gangin' My bitch come through like all the timе All I see is dollar signs, my brand new shades Balenciaga Letras de cancionesAll these clothes, I got VETEMENTS problems Yes, I'm the nigga that made "NO STYLIST" I go shoppin', no personal shopper Ain't nobody touchin' my swag (Uh) I got way too much weed, too much drank And my bag don't touch that bag I get way too fly, I'm jet lagged And your bitch jet lag I just keep on goin' back to back With these hits and with this swag We just keep on goin' back to back And honestly I'm tryna bag it I keep a FN right on my hip Make a pussy nigga back up I go rockstar, raver, cowboy And I put my weed in tobacco I use my tennis chain as a lasso Most of these bitches just some nat hoes I had to switch up my last ho I'm not the nigga from last year I come in when they wakin' up My twin slide by, he'll take your money All these niggas said they makin' money But, honestly, they don't make enough They ain't makin' nothin' That bitch keep frontin' My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racin', dawg All this codeine help my diamonds Pop a G6 molly and I'm takin' off Honestly, I don't do the love And I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty We just drink hard, we don't go to no parties All these prices, that's the Top Floor pharmacy I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me I'm tryna figure out which one love me I'm tryna figure out which one trust me All of this shit can get ugly I put a mask on, I'm not ugly I just be countin' up all this money I just be countin' up all this money She said I smell good when she hug me I think she smell good when she hug me Can't let a broke bitch touch me Can't let a broke nigga touch me Can't let a opp nigga touch me My diamonds polished, and yours are rusty (Yeah) My diamonds rainin', I use an umbrella From out of the doors on the Cullinan (Yeah) Her pussy rain and I use an umbrella From out of the doors on the Cullinan (Yeah) Back seat, roll up another one (Yeah) Back seat, I pour up another cup (Yeah) I'm the Look Killa, I came to kill And honestly it's gettin' scarin', man (Yeah) I might be the flyest in America (Flyest) Tell these fuck niggas try it, I'm darin' them I'm the best and it ain't no comparison And she call me one time, I'm there And my brother called me up, I'm there I put the platinum all in my hair (Yeah) Rockstar, uh (Yeah) I come in when they wakin' up My twin slide by, he'll take your money All these niggas said they makin' money But, honestly, they don't make enough They ain't makin' nothin' That bitch keep frontin' My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racin', dawg All this codeine help my diamonds Pop a G6 molly and I'm takin' off Honestly, I don't do the love And I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty We just drink hard, we don't go to no parties All these prices, that's the Top Floor pharmacy I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me I'm tryna figure out which one love me I'm tryna figure out which one trust me (Yeah) From Letras Mania