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I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets I’m gonna show how I am a beast Sliding god I’ma need your guidance Caught him lacking we shot him in silence See them big racks I’m popping Rocking them shums I’m style Pop a perk got me wilding (yeah) It’s time to work yeah they got me tired (yeah) It’s not gon work she is a liar I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets She is a hoe Y-yеah you know she for these streets I’m gonna show how I am a bеast I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets I’m gonna show how I am a beast I think you getting now I’m riding in that rari Get out the way I’m not saying sorry I’m getting paid full for that body She keep playing games just like a Nintendo Letras de cancionesYou know where I be I’m at the gang party Why she here shape with that body She low key built like a barbie doll (Not ok at all) All in her mouth like her all (yeah you looking drawled) He said he better than me not at all He talking down we can’t go ball I’m better that’s a law Shit make it ball my rack standing they tall Yeah this the last time, you play with my heart yeah that’s bad time (yeah throw heart that’s bad signs) Yeah that bitch got a fat line Talking down yeah they keep quiet Said he got racks know he lying (Gang) You know I’m slime ysl Dogging that bitch then I’m wishing her well I just threw it big bro yeah we like Kennan and Kel They see the LV on the belt I don’t give a fuck on my face you can tell That nigga ain’t beating his self Lil bro got a uzi he gave him the shells I make a hit then a classic put them bitchs right on the shelf I feel in love with the baddest swimming in that bitch Michael Phelps Not really in not overchating Y’all in love with hearing y’all self And she so dramatic so she brought her friend for some help I’m like damn make it to prom pull up in a lamb I do what I want you do what you can Yeah he was a snake he turned to a fan Bitch feed yo kids you hate on the gram Worried bout me how you say you a man I only smoke when I’m stuck in a jam Bitch that’s your life you don't understand After a minute she on them 30s popping xans on the weekend Girl I do not love you I can cap, I can pretend Don’t know my name you want my gat you be leaching How the fuck you breathing Baby how you breathing, baby how you breathing How the fuck you breathing She still on the ceiling I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets I’m gonna show how I am a beast I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets I’m gonna show how I am a beast From Letras Mania