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(dulio, 力を貸して) Woah You might be a free body All of my niggas behind me, yeah Police right behind me My bitch got a nice body I'm armed in this bitch, don't try me, yeah I'm armed in this bitch, don't try me, my nigga I'm poppin' them motherfuckin' roxies Show you how to get up out your body, yeah Got some niggas bangin' chrome, swervin', still up in them hidings Niggas talkin' 'bout they wanna pop me, niggas all up in they wanna pop me They just mad 'cause they bitch wan' top me Rich as fuck, I could buy her a body I ain't gonna be the one sliding, motherfuckin' money gon' buy me a body Comme des Garçons jeans, I'm on top of the mountains, that's why you can't see me You can't fucking talk to me If you ain't never seen a hundred dollar million piece Goin' 150 in the Redeye, tryna run from the police (Ooh) I'm back in this bitch, let me get back on track with this bitch Yeah, yeah She ain't fuckin' with you, you ain't spendin' the bag on the bitch, ha, yeah I got the Chrome on, Chrome on, I'm hittin' a chromosome Letras de cancionesBaby got the super dome, super dome, that's why I can't leave her lone And I don't need no stylist like Lone, but I'm Lil Rino I can see through the people, bro, codes? Nah, I don't need those This shit like a free throw, a hunnid thou stuffed up in my peacoat (dulio, 力を貸して) I ain't goin' back to the shit I used to have I'm in a Hellcat, put my feet all on the gas My nigga picked up on a hat and they found DNA, but it still wasn't matched Nigga, just know I'm witcho' ass If you hold it down, you'll be bae We never go out like a rat No, I ain't braggin' 'bout shit I ain't have Took his bitch and I gave her ass back Up in Chrome Hearts, poppin' them tags Every day I'm reloading my mag I be shakin' my dreads like I'm rad When I'm out in London, call me "lad" And you niggas go out super bad Cryin' 'bout a ho that I done had Now all of my bitches exotic [?] Comme des Garçons jeans, I'm on top of the mountains, that's why you can't see me You can't fucking talk to me If you ain't never seen a hundred dollar million piece Goin' 150 in the Redeye, tryna run from the police (Ooh) From Letras Mania