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Top$ide Sixty for the charm but that ain't shit tho Turn this shit up on the headphones a lil' bit more I feel grimey as hell right now, you know? Facts, nigga My motherfuckin' face balled up, right now Mm, augh, ah Boy, I'll growl on one you bitch ass niggas Yeah, nigga Sixty for a motherfuckin' charm, that ain't shit, though (Bitch) Bitch, you better hope I don't go broke, I'm pullin' kick doors Bitch, I lost more money than you had, I'm still rich, though (Bitch) Bitch, I'm sippin' on a twelve of Wock, this ain't no Tris, ho She hate the way I act, I just can't help it, I'm the shit (She hate that) I left my show and came back to the trap to sell a brick I left the O and went back to the K, I'm in the sticks (Yeah) I'll leave this rap shit alone and gеt back in the mix You know what's goin' on She gon' tell mе pull up when you leave, don't leave your ho at home (Uh-uh) Made a hundred G's in like three days, I wasn't even gone that long Come back home and re-up, jump back on that road (No cap) Too many niggas that had they phone tapped, so I'm back on the beeper Bad bitch called me up, I paint her face, now she like Mona Lisa Came straight home from jail, it wasn't two weeks, I got back on the Kisha Feel like Pookie, she keep callin' me and I just can't leave her (She keep callin') Letras de cancionesBoy, get off my dick 'cause you ain't got no cheese (Boy, get off my dick) Made a half a mil' at home, I ain't have to leave, huh (Half a mil') Knocked her down off a Perc', now she harassin' me Bitch, it ain't no limit to this pape', I feel like Master P Yeah, Michael Corleone, sippin' good, twerkin' mobile phones I had to cut it on to get the money, leave them hoes alone I'm all through TSA with package on me, Boston George in Blow I told the DEA that I'm retired, we just sellin' songs I never ever-ever love 'em like my dough Dolce tee was like three hunnid but my sprite was more Your lil' bitch must be impatient 'cause she tryna go Last shit you niggas dropped, I wouldn't even know I brought one, she brought one, I can't sleep alone Countin' money, talking numbers, plug on speaker phone I've been handling my business, gettin' bigger with the gang A couple watching from the stands 'cause they went against the grain Stop with all that playin', I pay, they dip you in your grave All this pape', man, it's hard not to change From Letras Mania