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(La música de Harry Fraud) Told me you'd give me twenty four hours' notice See, Jacob, well, that was then, this is now Where? Everglades Thirty keys de lo mejor, top shelf Huh Hard-top on stock chrome, parked at the drop zone Left the phone at the crib 'cause it's really on Chinchilla coats on in the killing field, smokin' on love, though East side, the homie Wild Bill came through While I was wipin' down the '64, smoke one, chop it up I got right back to the dough, audio dope Boatloads for your earlobes to smoke Likе coke to the nose in thе form of musical notes And authentic quotes from the driver of the cigarette boat Considered a legend by legends but overlooked by peasants With media presence, I never gave a fuck 'bout they credit 'Cause when I bought them cars cash, they credit didn't help me get it Fuck it, I could dead it and forget it I'm layin' golden chains on the Iceberg sweater Bart Simpson with Chanel letters, niggas shoulda known better I wanna pass Remember, if you stay, I'll make it five points per key Letras de cancionesIn or out? I'm in Huh Turn a blank piece of paper to a 600 Benz Turn a blank piece of paper to a whole 'nother crib Turn a blank piece of paper to a fully-stocked fridge Huh Turn a blank piece of paper to a 600 Benz Turn a blank piece of paper to a fully-stocked fridge Clothes for the kids Turn a blank piece of paper to a Turn a blank piece of paper to a whole 'nother crib Now that I'm the OG, they wanna do it how I did And I don't get in they way, but I let 'em know that I'm here Tell 'em 'bout the Bentleys and the bitches, how they slid And show 'em how now I'm on some whole other shit More ways to get everybody rich, for real From Letras Mania