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Yeah I know a couple niggas who I know a couple niggas who say they up but niggas lyin' I know a couple niggas who say they step but niggas ain't die Every time the police kick my door 49 gon' tell a lie I know a couple niggas who say they rich but I don't believe it Brand new Bentley Mulsanne bag this bitch in backward yeah And I'm still a trap star I got my cake up anime I'm in Miami with vibes girl look at the sky I'm dropping the top yeah I don't care who niggas is depending the price yeah I'm copping a knock yeah How you out here hoeing niggas beat that Box up Sunday listen I done got my check up on them all that Country shit ain't normal I done see some goofies die young cause That street shit ain't for them I think she so bad but that shit dead cause I don't like her brother Cosign with them rack on me Bitch come fuck me like you need me How you saying stop the cap but you ain't practice What you preaching They just trying to beat a nigga In love with the hoes I'm hitting I heard real ones finally got The ball well tell em pass it to me Yeah got my cake back up got my check up nigga Yeah fucking groupy sluts in a Maybach truck nigga Yeah before this label shit me and bro nem been had A&Rs Yeah I been hustling hard I made three hundo in a mouth Yeah I know a couple niggas who say they up but niggas lyin' I know a couple niggas who say they step but niggas ain't die Every time the police kick my door 49 gon' tell a lie I know a couple niggas who say they rich but I don't believe it Brand new Bentley Mulsanne bag this bitch in backward yeah And I'm still a trap star I got my cake up anime I'm in Miami with vibes girl look at the sky I'm dropping the top yeah I don't care who niggas is depending the price Yeah I'm copping a knock yeah I ain't been feeling the same I been feeling like niggas wanna see me lose But calling me gang That shit hurt my soul cause I show love when niggas ain't I ain't have a thing I washed my ass in off in the sink Bitch don't touch me I got rank I wished niggas stopped the hatin' cause I'm His girlfriend favorite Young and rich and turnt fasho I'm balling like a Laker How the fuck you said you bossin' up you a fuckin' worker Took her out the strip club and turnt her up Man you done with twerking Yeah I know a couple niggas who say they up but niggas lyin' I know a couple niggas who say they step but niggas ain't die Every time the police kick my door 49 gon' tell a lie I know a couple niggas who say they rich but I don't believe it Brand new Bentley Mulsanne bag this bitch in backward yeah And I'm still a trap star I got my cake up anime I'm in Miami with vibes girl look at the sky I'm dropping the top yeah I don't care who niggas is depending the price yeah I'm copping a knock yeah
Writer(s): Levin Buhtz, Robert Coleman Thomas, Jack Richard Thierer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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