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(Half a ticket and I'm ridin' this shit mine, half a million, all mine for my kids) I just spent half a ticket, that's a half a million Stack it to the ceiling, what that is? That's for my children (Children) I just spent a half a ticket, that's a half a Used to ride with half a book These days, we reading plenty (Plenty) And I need another call home Do you love me? I don't need your love Jump in this car if you touch this oil Sip it till it's done I never choke when I'm up in smoke Inhale in my lungs Clutchin' pistols when the L's get took But toast just 'cause we won ('Cause we won, oh oh) You got a half a ticket in jewelry, I can't tell And I don't give a fuck 'bout half you niggas I really ain't wishin' 'em well Flushin' a half a book, you flippin' half a bale And if rappin' don't work out, bitch, I got clientele Hold it down for me, and I'll blow up her Zelle, yeah Letras de cancionesBrand new crib, brand new car, what you need? What else? I read through her like books, we gon' fuck on a shelf Baby, cook clean right, I might pay for her hair Back to my niggas, we in the South Nigga, where niggas trap, nigga Fuck the trenches, nigga We in the bank with it, thousands, millions Okay, enough of this Fuck all this rap ape shit, yeah, the realest nigga You gotta cavity, these niggas cap shit And these niggas ain't killin' shit Bitch, slide on 'em in a fishbowl This bitch ain't tinted, nigga All my whips not rented, nigga Paper now, that's plenty, nigga I got money I'm havin' now Stay up out my business, nigga They like, "Baby, he done changed up" Get up out your feelings, nigga Yeah, used to live check to check I'm tryin' to see what's next She got the best neck Left her on Bissonnet Colombiana baby, she got perky breasts 60 for a show, I can't take none less 10 racks for a post, in case you tryin' flex Bitch, you can't diss me if you ain't ever sat inside no private jet (At least one) 50 thousand dollars to my nephew and niece, huh Malibu oasis, I just fucked her on the beachfront Make her pussy beatbox, really tastes like peach punch I prefer a street box, you know we don't need guns I ain't the type to jump out the kitchen when the heat up Oh, you know everything, tell me the fuck do you need me for? Pretty bitches love me, we been kickin' shit like FIFA I know she want smoke, go ahead baby, roll that leaf up Baby, kick your feet up, baby, come eat this meat up I know you ain't ever met a nigga cut like me, yeah I just spent half a ticket, that's a half a million Stack it to the ceiling, what that is? That's for my children (Children) I just spent a half a ticket, that's a half a Used to ride with half a book These days, we reading plenty And I need another call home Do you love me? I don't need your love Jump in this car if you touch this oil Sip it till it's done I never choke when I'm up in smoke Inhale in my lungs Clutchin' pistols when the L's get took But toast just 'cause we won ('Cause we won, oh oh) From Letras Mania