Teledysk

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emilio Lamba
Emilio Lamba
Songwriter

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Aye, aye Iceberg want a bag bitch Let's get this bag Berg Aye, aye, aye, aye 1600 ain't no gang bitch this my family Now I'm winning so I'm gettin' why they mad at me I'm a soldier with no limits like I'm Master P Said I'm a soldier with no limits like I'm Master P Cuz I been juuggin' and I'm finessin' Been making moves but I ain't stressin' Don't hit me up, don't do no textin' My brothers with me, so please don't test 'em 16 with a dick, blue hunnids in my grip Gold grill shining in this bitch Broke niggas can't tell me shit Yellow diamonds look like piss Margiela all on my fit R.I.P. my niggas Chris the memories reminisce Aye, all green lights we on go I can't lose, can't never fold Damn this shit is getting old, my new hoe look like centerfold So I just had to hit the road, I just had to make some plays You and me ain't built the same, I'm Billy Mays with heavy stains 1600 ain't no gang bitch this my family Now I'm winning so I'm gettin' why they mad at me I'm a soldier with no limits like I'm Master P Said I'm a soldier with no limits like I'm Master P Cuz I been juuggin' and I'm finessin' Been making moves but I ain't stressin' Don't hit me up, don't do no textin' My brothers with me, so please don't test 'em That bitch think I'm gorgeous, pockets fat like wife of Norbit Check my watch afford it make sure all my bitches foreign Hunnids blue just like they Corbin, but I'm jumping like I'm Jordan Gosha all over my body man I only wear imported Bitch I'm Bam Margiela, nigga don't try this at home All my niggas go retarded, got that extra chromosome Aye, and you don't want to see when I get up in the zone We got 2 45s, 100 rounds and we gon' let it blow 1600 ain't no gang bitch this my family Now I'm winning so I'm gettin' why they mad at me I'm a soldier with no limits like I'm Master P Said I'm a soldier with no limits like I'm Master P Cuz I been juuggin' and I'm finessin' Been making moves but I ain't stressin' Don't hit me up, don't do no textin' My brothers with me, so please don't test 'em
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