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Yeah, yeah I'on got the gift of gab, she wan fuck me cause I'm balling She done said no Detroit now her nigga keep calling Put the whites in my face, now a nigga feel flawless Tuck the strap in my waist like I been Ru Paulin' We ain't stoppin' at no lights, a young nigga too cautious From the hood but the bitch treat me like I'm 2hollis She don't even like when pros 'round me, she get too jealous Too stellar, but I'm down to earth when I let you tell it Too pressure, I'on do much dreamin', but I do sell 'em Too zealous, niggas tryna copy what I do, seldom I'on go no idols, nigga you hail 'em Yeah, hit LA 'cause I don't give no fucks, but I do mail 'em We can talk in numbers, if you broke chuck the deuce at you Burnt nigga in the wrong boat, bitch, who sat you? YSL duffel, she like, "Who's satchel?" Niggas holdin' in that hate 'cause I blew past 'em Why you call up that play just to do statue? If you say you are a game, nigga, who patched you? I'on got the gift of gab, she wan fuck me cause I'm balling She done said no Detroit now her nigga keep calling Put the whites in my face, now a nigga feel flawless Tuck the strap in my waist like I been Ru Paulin' Letras de cancionesWe ain't stoppin' at no lights, a young nigga too cautious From the hood but the bitch treat me like I'm 2hollis She asked if I'm really paid, should I tell the truth? She asked if I'm really paid, should I show the proof? Give my brother pay, I ain't selfish, I'll throw the oop Give my brother pay, I ain't selfish, I'll throw the oop Yeah Yeah real Detroit nigga From Letras Mania