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Yeah, it's wit a X Striker boy M Block all that shit Huh I can sell my left wrist And go buy a home How the fuck my cup gone before I start the song Never by myself I got the stick and I'm not alone Why would I get you Lulu Lemon When I can buy you chrome, the fuck No fa'real like, that shit don't make sense I'm drunk as hell tryna fuck This lil bitch tryna vent to me Dog said he got 3k for a verse lowkey tempted me Not because I needed it It's just bout how much my rent gon be How much my ring gon cost Neck rich and get a nigga while worst blew off Real Striker Boy man, I can tell you how much a window cost I've been feeling good all day You can come over, bitch You better not piss me off Told y'all I been sipping, I've been trippin' Man I keep on itching I don't know if it's the drank Letras de canciones Or I'm scratching for a milli Hit em with the R now he Holland like he play for the Pistons Fuck it who they playing tomorrow I'ma put 'em on my ticket Crosses on my fit they thought I was Christian 2020 vision with the blick, I hit you from a distance These not prescription gang these chrome glasses I still fucked your baby I don't care, how long it lasted That's a you problem I was broke with real deal struggles Nigga now I'm having shoe problems Damn unc poured another 4 Nigga the two got me How I know five niggas that cracked but you got 2 bodies And what's crazy bout it I don't even care The fact that you lied that's the shit that make you weird It's like 3 On my way back from the D Almost hit a deer Nigga you ain't taking no trips fr nigga you don't even got you no clear Cold bitch and her pussy water her shit pure Nigga this a Hellcat Charger This shit don't come with no spare Me Jay fucked the streets up When we dropped demure pop 'em in that Denim hoodie made his nigga drop a tear Man at least that nigga went out with that shit on I don't owe nobody that's why I popped up With all Rick on It don't count as tricking if you bought it after you hit tho Pull up to the concert with dog shit on me it's a shitshow Fuck When I come on I shake the room When I learned the arp sweep It made me hate the broom Gave niggas the hope if Fxce can make it then I can too You can't be my starting five if I gotta make you shoot Nigga, on bro You can't be my starting five If I gotta make you shoot From Letras Mania