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Ours, ours (It's ours?) Yeah, keep on, ayy, it's ours (Ayy) So just leave, just leave that, just leave that breathin' and then You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, look, look how I start, look how I kick it off, though Thank you, Fre$h Lord This my first time sippin' Don Julio 70 Still pour without measuring, my soul fresh, that's heavenly, uh Don Julio 70 Streets watchin' in 7D, each Glock come with seventeen, uh Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I'm like three Chief Keefs, fuck up out my face, you ain't gang, gang (Uh) Emancipation Proclamation, slaves to the paper, mane It's ironic the chain hang, big rocks clashin' like Jay and Dame 'Bout to re on the yay, R.I.P. Act, it's tequila today Needless to say, I'm really a scientist That's related to Drankenstein, it's alive Ha-ha-ha, trap still jumpin', come by my spot All my life, I been on my grizzly, got 12 on me, but I'm not Ja Nigga, get it around on that side Don Julio 70 This flow's grown in the Medellín, L.A. to Chi-Town, Pat Beverley, uh Don Julio 70 I'm who your ho messaging, she get the baby shower, no registry, uh Letras de cancionesBang, bang, bang, Pops Witherspoon Sold crack out my mom's living room Up and down the track like an interlude Still in the hood like an inner tube Sneaker in this bitch, women tennis shoe Givenchy, Jimmy Choo, yeah, lil' nigga, I said it Cash on deck, but niggas got credit All my opps deaded, shotty prosthetic Took my third leg all in her head Off of them meds, no insurance Now she gotta wait to see me Get you some patience, sweetie Like Diamonté, ándale No te preocupes, we geekin', you won't need no chaser when drinkin' this Don Julio 70 Hoes call me bae, no Chesapeake, got blanco, got ebonies, uh Don Julio 17 Nigga, don't you mean 70? Goddamn, Soul, that's on me I don't need nothin' else to drink, the way I feel right now Oh man, I'm 'bout to text my ex somethin' that I should never send Nigga, nigga, then you better leave Oh shit, I'm on my way out From Letras Mania