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Stubborn yes star born Shining since till now grown Niggas try resist they try to predict But still i transform Ni buyu si unanijua by now I'm out here
stars They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE Nigga meet me by the bar [Bridge: ] Shake it off shake it off take it off Break it off
*********************** Everybody try but they can't do it like this This Don Donna it starts I bet I won't miss Hey yo [Chorus: x2] Pull them cars out We gettin
[Chorus: x2] My game so strong, I can't go wrong My dough so long, baby why prolong Baby we get high, Baby we get dough Baby we can party all
a pro, I be too much for you to cope [Chorus: x2] We steady countin' our money, on a mission to ball All the things we dream we want to see before
Perdi minha corrente baby Seu amor sempre foi fake Essa noite eu fico crazy,baby(2x) Baby16x Bebidas derramadas na sua bolsa Foda que eu só ligo
Hollow tips & my clips are extended 3x Better not run up on me better run up them digits. 2x (2x) I hop out the whip with mutha fuckin dick When I
Bitch I go hard I ain't lying Bitch I go hard I ain't trying Hit by two cars still surviving So til the end imma ball hard Kobe Bryant Bitch I go
to hang with a rock star, live a fast life and get high We gon' come through, shut the block down, make 'em lay low like drive-bys I don't fuck with them,
ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here Chorus (2X) [Crunchy Blac] First I'm gonna catch the bitch Then I'm gonna beat the bitch Then I'm
a dentist, bitch, don't get me tooth Keep 'em by the pair keep em by the two Keep me a drake ,where josh tall nigga shoot shit, Chris Bosh Swiper or no
Chat S*it Get slapped Big trap Big racks 10 bands No tax 2 black coupes Mix match Backwoods Jam packed All facts No cap Big dawg No cat All my
April 24th, 2021 The day that my life weighed over three tons I did a little work and got a little drunk And by 10PM, I was way past done Had a knife
what you have By taking that shit from you Hey Mad Tsai, you're mine boo There's no trouble Living my best life no trouble I want to live it
twenty-two years old and a boss? (Bitch) Who you know twenty-two years old, six cars? (Ah) Need ten mille or the deal getting tossed (Aye) I was in Amiri when
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talkin' to the trees Yo, shit's so ass, press pause and delete But this bitch so fine, back it up, beep, beep Hide the cash, and I count to ten, then I
my phone with my hand I shit I wash my yansh with my hand Na my hand o nor ask watin u put ur hand x2
matter Dribble down the floor And I run it back faster 2 minutes in 2 3s in the score Full court press and we drain a few more Number 42 with LeBron 19s
the black car, not the gold one So I'm acting like I got no funds And I pull up on them in that 450 like two quarters and four ones I press the button,
the T And if I gotta do it little baby you wanna be me (me me shoutout brance) Mic check one two what it do And we the Drk Stars so hot we flaming up the room I
the streets off my feet By the way while I'm writing her a (beep) Saying "Nothing left to say" Today's the last day, the end The star dash, F press and I don't
insuring they car Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car We got too much green, and that's real by far [Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Jack, to conive a two fist Blam to your chin Blam! to your soul Now tell me who the player with the biggest balls Rhymes hittin' like planet Rio, press
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