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Hold on, run that shit back, yeah She on bars, 8-2-15 poppin', 'cause she outta here I'ma star, look at the roof of my car, said I'm outta here She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get outta here Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get outta here Niggas be buyin' my swag, pullin my dick, I call him, 'Son, son' I be investin' in war for me and my brothers, I bought some mo' guns Make sure your head on the swivel, when playin' your cards and act like you know somethin' Hate when a niggas be beggin' and bitchin' and boastin', you can't hold nothin' I put that shit on her, be draped up and feinin' she know I'm a star, so she lovin' my image I'm pushin' that 'Rari, this shit not a lemon, I'm servin' that candy and servin' that lemon On two different shrooms, niggas, let down the windows, I altered the stick, had to speed up the tempo We smackin' shit, you know we aim for the temple, we whackin' shit, turn your lil' bitch to a widow Like Catholics, cross out the man in the middle, that abstinent they never fought with a pistol We havin' it, we make a storm, fuck a drizzle, we after it, pull up with cannons and missiles I'm on gin and 1942, bitch, I'm out of here Runnin up paper, all my weed infused, nothin' but clouds in here Louie V she got Marc Jacobs on, bitch, get out of here Niggas better have all of that pape he owe me or he'll get downed in hea She on bars, 8-2-15 poppin', 'cause she out of here I'ma stop, look at the roof of my car, said I'm out of here Letras de cancionesShe want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get out of here Rick Owens she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here She tell me I'm Rhude, but not 'cause my jacket, she know I be mixin' that shit with the Ricky I'm Allen Iverson ain't go to practice, but still I can pull up and drop a whole fifty My brother been sippin' that shit for a decade, I told him, 'Slow down, that shit fuck up his kidneys' I tried to tell niggas you might live longer, hatin' on me? Go find you some business I'm pumpin' gas with my stick in my hand, I'm only poppin' this shit niggas 'cause I can I'm so out of here, some shit I can't tell the 'Gram, I got shit from Japan She like Molly, mixed up with the water, let's go molly world Outta space, I'm in a GLS, let's get out of here Brand new Rollie, I won't bust it down, 'less them diamonds real Don't like rappers, you better tuck your chain, you'll get robbed in here She on bars, 8215 poppin', 'cause she outta here I'ma stop, look at the roof of my car, said I'm outta here She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get outta here Rick Owens she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here Outta here, outta here, outta here Bitch, get out of here Outta here, outta here, outta here Outta here, outta here, outta here From Letras Mania