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Uh I'm an empath, shorty know my impact I don't want skin to skin, no, ain't into that I spin back, I'ma just cringe, yeah Fake it till you make it, Hollywood feelin' (ss3bby) Built it from the floor, I took off the whole ceilin', uh Party in the buildin', party in the buildin' I'm almost there, so you can have my children Ru-runnin' up the stairs, tryna make it to the feelin' (Ayy) Like, where the couch? Money in the couch, uh (Yeah, yeah) Left out the house with so much, I'm out (Yeah) Why they so loud? Fuck the fuzz, I'm out (Yeah) Blew up the spot, money, guns, I'm hot (Yeah) Fuck the fuzz, I'm out, mm Money, guns, I'm hot Dumb it down a notch Switch, before I let the plot, mm Yeah, yeah, yeah Hit 'em with the baow (Baow) Ayy, yeah, I'm steady lookin', tryna figure out, uh (Damn) All them negative thoughts, I'm tryna get 'em out (Damn) This might be a cry for help, I think I get it now (Ah, ah, ah) Uh, yeah, young xav so sleepy, being me not easy (Not easy) Letras de cancionesShe can't take her eyes off me every time she see me (Mm) Don't let certain niggas see me 'cause them niggas needy Uh, Saks in the mornin', Neimans in the evenin' (Uh, uh) I'm an empath, shorty know my impact I don't want skin to skin, no, ain't into that I spin back, I'ma just cringe, yeah Fake it till you make it, Hollywood feelin' Built it from the floor, I took off the whole ceilin', uh Party in the buildin', party in the buildin' I'm almost there, so you can have my children Ru-runnin' up the stairs, tryna make it to the feelin' From Letras Mania