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Damjonboi Remember wakin' up and goin' straight to wait for the bus Trapper made one in the nilly, should've played for the Bucks Left it on her face for free, you had to pay for the nut MIA, I'm out the way, I gotta save for the month Told my 'migo, "Bring some favors," got a taste for the Runtz Make her toot it in the air, I'm finna aim for the guts Grab a eighth, another eighth for the blunt Gotta bend for a punch, I got a base for the dump I can't count on one hand how many chains out of Hutch They like, "How he do it?" I increased my range in the clutch Better tightеn up and think, can't use yo' brain if it's bust Cutty got it for the low, get somе bang for yo' buck He be switchin' up more than I change frames on the buffs Wocky stains in the cup, we got Ks in the trunk Towards the back of the book, read every page from the front Scrumble man a rockstar, he get on stage, then he jump C-O-D, overkill, I got the K off the pump How it feel to be a worker, runnin' plays for yo' unc'? It's all fun and games 'til it's time to go stay on them bunks Think I'ma hit a homer, at the plate, I'ma bunt Five years out of school, you still a lame, you a flunk Damn near twenty-five, ain't got no pape'? You a bum Actin' like a part of gang, is you straight? Is you drunk? Caught him out in traffic, popped out with the A to the "Uh" Letras de cancionesOut in Cali', dodgin' paparazzi, bronem poppin' Oxys Weapon plug, he got exotic shit, I told him, "Malatov me" Randall out a budget mini-van, I told him, "Soccer mommy" No veggies on my hibachi, already smoked lots of brocolli Pop sister, got some scripts of Wock', I'm finna shop with auntie Ocky out his shit, suicide bombin' on the Kawasaki Someone slap me in my casket if the opps and 'em pop me All that hat and cappin', if you got a hundred shots then drop me I don't really, really, really, really think he on that I don't really, really, really, really think he want that I don't really, really, really, really think he on that I think that's just his bro' strap If it's on the floor, we meet him at the door mat Cutty laced off the shrooms, he think the stove tapped I think my phone tapped Tryna make some money on yo' jack, you on the wrong app Plug ain't take the cookie out the oven, this a bowl batch Audemar is white gold, it came with a rose patch Hit the floor, Jack, or get your soul snatched Check the score, y'all need a breather, where your coach at? SBDSM, T double-H L, we unstoppable From Letras Mania