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(Shout out to YodaYae) Five hundred on the coat, I don't even wear it I just cheated on my ho, she ain't even care (Just pay the guy) Whole three-five rolled, I ain't even share Buddy say he in his bag, he ain't even there Ball on a nigga ass like I got no hair Man, I swear the niggas trash, shit ain't even fair Laid your bitch on her back, legs in the air Brodie always stay strapped, keep it everywhere Bitch always posting on the story, sayin' she demure Feelin' sick, I need a head doctor, that's the only cure Geeked up in the whip, bro can't even steer So much damn loud in my lungs, I can't even hear All that being loud and them guns don't make niggas fear Bro still leave your ass drunk like a fuckin' beer I ain't hanging with you punks, man, you niggas weird I don't want my bitch in the club, I be insecure I just took a trip to Icebox, ten in my ears Time to shit on all of y'all again, it's a new year Broke her heart and cut her off, she can't even cope Goddamn, this nigga broke, he don't need a joke I'ma swim in your ho, I don't need a boat Got a neck full of gold, look like honeycomb Every time I walk through the door, bitch, like "Honey's home" Either you get rich or you don't, what the fuck you want? Letras de cancionesPaid five hundred for this Bape, feel like Donkey Kong Smoke five hundred blunts a day, I'm like Cheech & Chong You ain't got to go get paid, man, to each his own I ain't finna follow in your steps, boy, you on your own Told the cougar bitch I'm eighteen, she like, "You ain't grown" Shit, but my money grown Yeah, my money long, she like, "You turn me on" Fifteen ain't enough, slap the thirty on I be gettin' higher than a bitch, I be very stoned On a plane flying with a zip in my carry-on Nah, I ain't done yet, let me carry on My freak bitch love Sexyy Red, she know every song Freak bitch, love giving head, she don't have a dome Bro be in the streets all night like he don't have a home I don't never answer when she call like I don't got a phone Told my bitch I think that I'm a dog like bae, I need a bone I ain't worried 'bout my old hoes, man, them bitches gone Bro just bust all the P's open, man, them bitches strong Nigga, I can rap forever, you can't go this long Fuckin' on my bitch friend like I don't know this wrong Said I'm 'bout to go to sleep, kicked her out the room I ain't worried 'bout a thing, nigga, bada-boom Mixtape coming soon Big body bendin' corners, hear us coming through Lot of money in my pocket, that ain't nothing new Bitch, when I get back to droppin', man, you niggas doomed Niggas is doomed, man It's over with for them boys, man Feel me? I've been chilling on y'all ass (Know what the fuck goin' on) Back in that mode, 2025, man (Skii) This the first song I made this year You feel me? So first day of 2025, I'm already back Shitting on you niggas, you feel me? All you niggas, stay, in your place, man, it's my year, nigga From Letras Mania