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Bitch I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked I'm all in the sky, been here for a week Get them birds gone, I ain't talking 'bout beats I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek Bitch, I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked He say that I'm taxing, bitch I ain't got nothing for cheap Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece This a money hat, it's 'bout only one of these G19 my fire, and 2-3 right with me Bitch I'm way too fried, I've been way too geek I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A Bitch, I'm geeked but your ass might get fried up like fish filet Yeah, I'm tryna spend some money, I got too much in my bank TSA lookin' at me funny, knew the dufflebag stank That boy shootin' at the street, what you beefin' with the pavement? I ain't never seen you with no paper, what you beefin' with the banker? I take Percs to calm my anger, get 'em gone ain't lift a finger Bitch wanna fuck me at my show, but ma dukes said say no to strangers Playing with paint just like a layup Lil' bro died and fucked my day up Ma dukes had took the pole, what the fuck she say stay safe for I ain't fuckin' with you if you weren't with me on the way up I don't take no Addy's, bitch I'm off these Percs, it's hard to stay up Roll this 3.5 fat as hell, call that bitch a Dave Blunt I'm fuckin' shawty face, but I ain't tryna fuck her lace up Letras de cancionesI done hit the,... with the,... call that bih a lace front I don't know what time I'm on, I don't even gotta say nothing Back strong as hell, unc' talkin' bout his face numb Walkin' with my chest high, you got pressure, better say something I've been with them zombies like I'm toting on a ray gun Flash on the K, diss bitch blind, it sound like Ray Charles Call Tate, I need more K's, troll taking off Used to pop off on them handlebars like they candy bars Fine shit with me, she look something like Remi Ma Yeah, you put that shit on, baby, go 'head, take it off Yeah, that shit look good, lil' mama, go 'head, take it off I'm serving the white girl, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shake It Off I'm tryna fuck on Taylor Swift Bad chocolate hoe, I think she want vanilla, bih Something like a pack of cigarettes, we packin' hella sticks If you don't want no smoke, better stop inhaling it Bitch I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked I'm all in the sky, been here for a week Get them birds gone, I ain't talking 'bout beats I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek Bitch, I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked He say that I'm taxing, bitch I ain't got nothing for cheap Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece This a money hat, it's 'bout only one of these G19 my fire, and 2-3 right with me Bitch I'm way too fried, I've been way too geek I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A Bitch, I'm geeked but your ass might get fried up like fish filet From Letras Mania