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Yeah, huh Three-some'-thou' for my heavy feet 3.5, just to help me sleep I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid She'll never ever get a ring from me Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk", I don't know what I done, but it can't deep Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf, I don't know what it costs, but it can't be cheap Huh, damn, I'm geeked, I don't think that she want me for me Huh, damn, am I tweakin', or am I a little higher than y'all? Quiet it down, I ain't lyin' to y'all You get prioritized if it's profit involved Tired of y'all, I ain't flying with y'all I'll die 'fore I sing to the choir at all (Bitch) Nah, I ain't going for it (Bitch) Nah, I don't know none I just count up my debt on my lonesomе I ain't goin' in the bed 'til this ho gone It's a holе in my chest if this ho close Shit get cold as December with no clothes This a V12 engine, I don't go slow If my feet on the pedal, just hold on Damn, huh, my baby gon' hold out for me (Hold out for me) Damn (Damn), I been prayin' we turn out okay (We turn out okay) Letras de cancionesGirl (Girl), why you tearin' my shirt off? Goddamn (Shirt off, Goddamn) Huh, you know I got— You know I got all eyes on me (You know I got all eyes—) Three-some'-thou' for my heavy feet 3.5, just to help me sleep I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid She'll never ever get a ring from me Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk", I don't know what I done, but it can't deep Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf, I don't know what it costs, but it can't be cheap Huh, damn (Damn), I'm geeked (I'm geeked), I don't think that she want me for me (That she want me—) Huh, damn, am I tweakin' (Am I tweakin'?), or am I a little higher than y'all? Quiet it down, I ain't lyin' to y'all You get prioritized if it's profit involved Tired of y'all, I ain't flying with y'all I'll die 'fore I sing to the choir at all I don't got much left, I'm thuggin' all by myself Huh, I know what's right, what's wrong, huh, I guess I don't got much else Huh, let's get a lil' more high, roll me an L, put the windows down Ridin' 'round town in that, "Oh my God, where in the hell did he get that from?" Woah, when'd ya get this fine? Like, "Bitch, can I hit this time?" I had six grams in that blunt, I ain't think I could get this high I don't think I'ma risk this one, ew, your team worth fifty bucks Bitch, you really missed me, huh? Didn't that shit feel real for once? Three-some'-thou' for my heavy feet 3.5, just to help me sleep I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid She'll never ever get a ring from me Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk", I don't know what I done, but it can't deep Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf, I don't know what it costs, but it can't be cheap (Huh, damn) I don't think that she want me for me (I don't think that she want me for me) I don't think that she want me for me (I don't think that she want me for me) I don't think that she want me for me From Letras Mania