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(Please, Slimeball) (Plug) Fuck, fuck, fuck Out of town, I see faces, I see different places Look at my scram, this shit amazing how I fuckin' made it Where you reside? What you savin'? We gon' fuckin' take it I could've been in different places, but I'm fuckin' lazy Tinted whip, I slide, drivin' crazy, whip got 180 Get my blick inside, I can get this bitch in different places What you talkin' 'bout? Nigga yappin', what you fuckin' thinkin'? I spent too much racks on drip, like, what the fuck I'm thinkin'? Woke up next week, I woke up off drank, like, what the fuck I'm drinkin'? It ain't safe out here in the trenches, told lil' twin keep his banger I don't evеn need no fully installed in my fire, I just spam my finger This a K5, 12 had thought it was a fuckin' Stingеr With my fine shit, push up, I turn off all my fuckin' ringers Now when I go 'round all my folk, they think I'm fuckin' famous You got a fire, that make us both, let's see who really a aimer Park on the side of the road, shoot a ghost, I'm tryna let out the anger Remember back then, how we used to roast, now we on the stage like singers Kept me outside when I got that loaf, too many racks it get tangled Catch you outside and you better not loaf, they know the opps get strangled Spin out the ride, I made a O, I left an O where I spun out Shots gettin' fired, nigga go ghost, nigga don't know who done that Put on that drip, I ain't gotta do the most, I ain't even too much stuntin' that Letras de cancionesHood too small, where you gon' go? You ain't got nowhere to run at Damn near got geeked, I ain't think where the blunt at Traveling, dig my fire up when I come back Nigga tryna 1v1, Mortal Kombat I made this shit high, I'm where the sun at Twin got it too hot, I want my gun back Fuck, fuck From Letras Mania