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Nyah Huh Mm, mm, ayy, look (Meech) Bounce back season, this life shit a trampoline (Ayy) Soda need an oil change, like, where the fuck's a Valvoline? Turn him to a zombie, then I'm bouncin' like a Trample Steam See I'm making noise, I bet she shake it like a tamborine No Chamelea, but cuddy ridin' with a bag of beans No limit on the MasterCard, I feel like Master P Caught him rockin' Loubs, hit his top, his head match his feet Flyin' down Southfield, my play on Rotunda Ho so cold, she walk around, create a tundra Bitch asked what business cuddy in, shit, nunya Two middle fingers, Sleeve Austin, bitch, fuck ya Shoot it 'til it's hot, then use my gun to spark a pound of za Told her that she bеtter drive like еvery car around us cops Uber ain't no whistle blitz, I had him park around the block Shit, me and my thug dropped a six, a Barter in the pop He can't shop until it's deals, dead broke, EMS The only time I'm lookin' out for clearance in the TRX I'm on 96 juggin', Novi, then GR next Improving every day, leave the booth with new PR set Purple got my vision blurred, you'd think it's belladonna (Bah) Shit, I run the Mitten, from Enro to Escanaba Why you rappin' 'bout the Galleria? Never spent a dollar Letras de cancionesTwin Glocks meet you at the door, I guess I'm Esteban-ing Bitch gotta spoil me, plus give me loyalty Tryna ride the wave, I hope you got some buoyancy You would take her serious, she just a toy to me Rappin' like a king, but he don't even get his royalties Trippin' up in Bape, you'd think I slipped on a banana peel You ain't never left the state, like, tell me how Atlanta feels Fully hit his foreign, only thing that's left a half a wheel Glocky on me, I don't wear a cape, still the Man of Steel Turned that Accord into an AMG Crib so big, it got a movie theater, AMC You won't catch me on a livestream 'less it's AMP I'll up that drum and give him wings, it ain't KFC Shouldn't have played with my chicken Had to snatch neph' up, you can't play in this kitchen Ain't no three-strike system, you get one chance Know some motherfuckers that's a thousand, ain't got one band Run you down and swing the stick, Happy Gilmore They ain't think I'd do it, sold-out show at the Fillmore Double cup of medicine, like, what I'm actin' ill for? On the 7, let me call Rich, I'm passin' Biltmore Drakey hold a dollar, shoot a quarter, bet it change him Fah, fah, watch it break him down Only when it's beneficial to him, they'll stay around (That's why I'm out the way) 'Shroom on my head, clutch stick like I'm Toadsworth Carhartt overalls, you'd think I'm doin' road work If they ain't throwin' salt, they tryna throw dirt Well, it's too bad it won't work Pull up with the .40, like a kid, tryna hit truth But I ain't tryna hit the club, I'm tryna hit you Talkin' 'bout he winnin', not even a tad bit Fuck a Fight Club, blicky on me, I ain't Brad Pitt Bean up the road with punches on some mad shit Pull up, blowin' torch, you would think I had to dabble it One-of-one, second to none You would think the truck roar, no, I'm just revvin' it up Once you cross that line, you dead to me, it ain't no resurrection Turn him to a memory, they catch me, ain't no recollection We just killed an opp, now let's hit Party City Bustdown turds on the arms, you know my Cartis shitty (Nyah, nyah) Cuddy copped a couple bricks, fuck a Bitcoin Dog Shit Militia, ain't no barkin', be done bit boy Pause ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cams, you know? Hey Hey Hey Hey, hey, hey, nyah From Letras Mania