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Hey The wagyu I ate fire, you be at PF Chang's How the fuck I'm flyin'? I ain't made it out of TSA You gon' still be on games when they drop the PS8 On my way to plaques, a Grammy and a VMA Moissanite menace, every single one is VS fake Everything bigger, TRX with the TX plates We'll turn an intersection to the Grand Prix Whole gang on bullshit, movin' like a stampede Somewhere right by the drac', finna shoot it, van fleet I been spendin' too much pape', I need a hundred band week Uppin' blues, uppin' dubs, the road turquoise 3D printed, pistol plastic, but it ain't a Nerf toy Off the shroomies, hear a demon, angel, and a third voice You the type with twenty seconds left to score your first point When it come to pain, shit, the drugs was my first choice He actin' like my oldest son, that's my first boy Get all my shoppin' out in Birmingham, it's time to search Troy Think about your bitch every time I hear a slurp Baby Drakey, it go "blrrp," I think it got the runs You out here tryna have some fun, but you ain't got the funds I done got the hate, I done got the love I can't put the locks on her cuffs, I ain't got the trust They gon' end up underneath us, thinkin' we ain't got the ups Letras de cancionesEnd up hittin' someone else, bitch, every time I rock the Buffs Go and glue them bitches on 'cause you ain't got the nuts I can throw these hoes from chill to sport, you know the Crocs adjust When it comes to cheese, Darren Walsh, bitch, I got the touch Won't confront the fact I'm in your hoes, boy, you ain't got the guts You done stuck it in that runner raw and now you got the bumps Brodie crawlin' all around your crib, but he is The Grudge We'll turn the opposition to some cannabis First time I paralysis was off the Actavis Not no car crash, I made my first ten on accident If he seen a quarter ticket, it was on an acid trip Since you got the big head, let me borrow some, boo In here today and Jacks, finna tomorrow some too Thank God for another day, prayin' tomorrow comes through Thank God for another day, prayin' tomorrow comes through It fuck me up sometimes that I'm really a millionaire But you can blow that quick, I'm tryna be a trillionaire Mr. Do-The-Dash, I'm ridin' dity like Chamillionaire How this bitch from 7 Mile, but she got Brazilian hair? Ain't a thing changed, boy, this life shit still ain't fair Ain't a thing changed, looked up and they still ain't there How the fuck he have a full plate and he still ain't share? ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long Live $cam, you know (Michigan Meech) The wagyu I ate fire, you be at PF Chang's How the fuck I'm flyin'? I ain't made it out of TSA You gon' still be on games when they drop the PS8 On my way to plaques, a Grammy and a VMA Moissanite menace, every single one is VS fake Everything bigger, TRX with the TX plates (With the TX plates) From Letras Mania