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(RizzyGotTheHeat) (You're not making this easy, Kyle) Audemars Piguet, I blew it out, it ain't for tellin' time Somethin' 'bout that codeine when it blend in with the lemon-lime Somethin' 'bout them dollars when they get inside my palm High as hell, talkin' to demons, I can't tell my rights from wrongs Thoughts flowin' out my brain, you won't catch me write a song Three-five, three-seven, you won't catch me light a bong 'Rilla on my hoodie, bitch, I'm a king like I'm Kong Bing to the bong, ding to the dong Got your bitch hypnotized, bet she sing to my song Old pussy-ass jit, you probably bleed through your thong Shout-out Icebox, you see bling to the blaow Scorin' like I'm Kobe Bryant, takin' beans out of town Sippin' Wock' in Poland like I'm Boat, this lean, can't pronounce I'm known north to west, I'm known east to south In a California king, remember dreams on the couch They ain't seen a ring in years, shit, they team on a drought If I pop a V-cut, it's gon' be steam I let out I'ma call you Oscar, sippin' green lean, you a grouch And your whole life trash They think they got they site secure, I bet I bypass If the clerk don't know his job, he get a right jab Fell asleep for two days with my high ass Live in the moment, sip slow, but I drive fast Letras de cancionesWe don't believe a word you say 'cause you cry wolf The spot Gordon Food Service, pull up, buy bulk CVVs, punches green, I feel like Hulk Marni fuzzy than a bitch, it feel like wool Heavy threats, can't compare to your light pull Pourin' red, my pop black, we ball like Bulls, I'm '93 Jordan See the so-called MVP in the finals and keep scorin' Steering wheel on the right side, bitch, the sleeve foreign Opps so scared of beef, they probably don't even eat Morton's Throw a hook, then sign the receipt underneath, it's G. Foreman Oh, you got a three poured? Every time I dream, it's lucid Broke 'cause you scared to take a risk, like, how you think this stupid? Trisha got me movin' .5 speed, I'm sleepin', droolin' Hundred steps ahead at all times like all I think's conclusions Why you post that eater on your story? You just bein' foolish Why you in Kappa? Somewhere only rockets get like I'm with NASA There he go, I ain't sayin' shit, just click-clackin' NFL Combine, we had 'em zig-zaggin' Talkin' 'bout the plug, you ain't even on brick status Out in Hollywood, I think I'm finna Fifths Ave it, I'm a Saks fanatic Came out in a thousand-dollar 'fit to just go grab a package How I'm workin' magic, you would think I got a hat with rabbits First name Jack, not no Black, I be Apple stackin' Stop flashin' that, can't grab a jacket from the Fashion District ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia Ayy, yeah (Brrt) I can't stop, I got that mamba mentality (Let's go) Chopper hit his ass, then you know it's fatality ShittyBoyz walked in with Wavy Gang, they tried to tackle me (Tried to tackle me) They on the way, I'm in the spot, now I'm baggin' it (Now I'm baggin' it) You the type to put the call in, never grab it Bro'll show you how to flip it fast, no spatula (No spatula) Bro'll show you how to stretch it fast, no wrestlin' (Let's go) I can look at you and tell you ain't gettin' cake (Gettin' cake) Boy, we made it off the white girl like Ricki Lake (Like Ricki Lake) House by the lake, that's a new estate (For real) You in that same place, all you do is hate When I rock the rose gold plain, that's a hundred K If you ever try to take a thing, you see a hundred K's Pull up, make it rain on a sunny day (Brrt) Feel like the old Weezy, I might rock the Bape Lando rock the Tiziano 'cause we paid in full (For real) Work so strong like we fightin' bulls (Fightin' bulls) We winnin' every year like the '90s Bulls (Go) Nigga doin' all that tough talkin', make him bite the tool Whip sittin' on them fuck-yous, we just broke the rules Bro don't like to take Percs, he just pop the blues Hot as hell, but he'll still put you on the news Tron crazy, he just put a six in a Mountain Dew Sound crazy, bitch, your lil' nigga got more guap than who? When we see a green ham, we turn to Dr. Seuss Thirty ball on me like a three-point contest Big B's on like a fuckin' Red Sox hat Hit a horny bitch named Charlotte with a bobcat Broke bitch thinkin' she the catch, need to stop that I got rich off hoein' niggas, yeah, rap paid me Doin' credit card fraud with the tax lady Came out the pussy actin' funny like a crack baby Gave your bitch backshots, but she ain't Frankie You gon' make me set it off, came up there and never thought Pokémon with the nut, she gon' catch it all Nigga was a killer, why he hit the stand, tell it all? Bad referee, when she get hit, I ain't gon' never call Yeah, hop out, slay a nigga, feel like Santa Claus If it's money on the floor, I'm comin' out, Diana Ross I just want the neck, I'm gettin' confused, why is your panties off? Might never see my face again, I feel like Jabbawockeez Nigga, I'll give this bitch to you, ain't gotta backdoor me Treat him like a tennis player, leave his hat open From Letras Mania