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(8-808) Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja Recover when we done, she spent the whole day at the spa He ain’t die yet 'cause when he die, they gon' say it’s my fault I fuck a bitch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I'm havin' amnesia Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers Life's a game, I got cheat codes I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah I put hoes in check, Nike I give 'em three stripes, Adidas I turned a zip to a quarter, a quarter to half, yeah, to a whole pound You wanna get down with the gang but if you ain't got a billion then you can’t get down I’ve just been crackin' these seals and droppin’ these ceilings, they makin' these sounds Ain't callin' no shooter, you try and I shoot up the buildin’, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds, huh, huh Huh, huh, the SRT came with a wide-body kit Thick shit, that's a wide-body bitch Slick Rick, I'm in pirate mode I'm the one who put designs on that ho Letras de cancionesEd Hardy, I designed it, I'm the designer Put that lil' ho in designer, like Lonely, ain't havin' no stylist, you know I'm the finder Who you love? I need a reminder Do I love you? Kind of I ain't fallin' in love with these hoes Is we fuckin' or what? Let me know I ain't callin' you over here for nothin' I got G6 and a blunt, we can take off and get high at the same time That's your dawg? I'm shootin' the K9 Yeah, y'all want fire? Go do somethin' I'm in the field with cleats and shoulder pads, I know these niggas ain't gon' do nothin' Know she a freak, she tatted the side of her ass, I'ma slide in it like a QB I ain't cuttin' no ties, this shit forever, that me—, mean somethin' to me I'm so fresh, I got on calf leather, cuh, ignore your pants Gloves on, sticky with me, yeah, yeah, where the fuck them bands? Where the fuck yo' chains at? (Pussy nigga) Where the fuck the niggas I started out with at? Where the fuck them broke ass bitches who was talkin' shit? They in the back Incognito, I'm ridin' in the black truck, Cadillac And it's bulletproof, heavy shit, think she Heaven sent But she sent from Hell, if you wanna go, I'll take you there I'm aimin' at your head, these niggas be shootin' in the air Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja Recover when we done, she spent the whole day at the spa He ain't die yet 'cause when he die, they gon' say it's my fault I fuck a bitch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I'm havin' amnesia Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers Life's a game, I got cheat codes I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah I put hoes in check, Nike From Letras Mania