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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoCrush a Lot
Cook that shit up, QuayI can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tellSlim shit, look like Draya MicheleI been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hellShe ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay herI crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a playerConnect the dots then I plug up the scaleIf we get caught, they gon' give me the chairFuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'emAin't no back and forth with no bitches, ain't tintedRolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain't rentedAnd they braggin' 'bout bitches, I promise we hit 'emI flooded my wrist, let the bros split a millionAt this point I'm heartless I ain't got no feelingsBuy every building in the hood for my childrenLike a Drake song, got your vibe feelin' groovyWith no phone, we can make us a movieI ain't in my bag, I still got my feet outIf we wanted smoke with y'allyou couldn't be outFree the bros, buy my shit off the kioskI'm at the vibe with the spot, this the creep houseLil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth outFive percent tint on the whip, you can't see outReady to set it off, Queen LatifahThese niggas talk like bitchessee what they be 'boutI can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tellSlim shit, look like Draya MicheleI been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hellShe ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay herI crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a playerConnect the dots then I plug up the scaleIf we get caught, they gon' give me the chairFuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'emAin't no complaining, money coming inPut it all up, do it all againFirst you get a mil', then it's times tenYoungest out the crew, Amg BenzStand up like a man, take it on the chinThey got consequences in this life of sinLaugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a tenWhen you come home, we gon' all winGo in any club and make it thunderstormthis shit recklessHe gon' knock you off with his Rollie onDrive the Rolls Royce like a hotboxreally came from nothin'Only ride with my security because I can't be armedCan't get caught with another gunThey gon' know me when I'm goneThey hear my pain inside my songsIt's like a switch, I cut it onPills kick in, gettin' in my zoneDo my job, ain't see no wrongI'm never talkin' on them phonesFeds gon' try to do us wrongMan, they got my nigga LongLately I just been aloneMy cup, my strap, this microphoneNobody know what's goin onJust glad I made it off the roadGranddaddy showed me life is a gambleEver since I been on them diceThey gon' suck it up like a bowl of riceI'ma give it to them niggas every timeI can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tellSlim shit, look like Draya MicheleI been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hellShe ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay herI crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a playerConnect the dots then I plug up the scaleIf we get caught, they gon' give me the chairFuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
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