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Active geçen hafta yaklaşık 1 dakika and 20 saniye civarında en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu

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Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

I'm out the PJs, the gutter

Really having my way, shawty think she my bae

But I pass that bitch right to my brother

Really came from the bottom, we really was starving

I jumped off my grandmama front porch

Really grew up 'round robbers, I think about Pablo

I could've got shot in that Tahoe

I tried to flee from the motherfuckin' cops

Turn the green into corn and blast it

I'm pleading guilty, I'm sorry, your honor

These **** condoning that ratting

Walk him on 50, I know that he coming

Right back on some motherfuckin' crack shit

I'm young, and I'm fly, shawty know I'm the

Guy 'cause I'm rocking the expensive fabric

My lil' homie locked down, got a knife in his pouch

When they come to that murder, he active

32 hundred on Louis V

Really came from the bottom, I could've got shot up

So I thank the Lord what He do for me

Yeah, this shawty, she bad, and she all 'bout her dollars

So she always calling to do for me

Youngest one got the bag and he ride with a chopper

'Cause he always plotting to do the skrr

Whole hundred racks, I'ma get 'em my partner

'Cause he need a lawyer for robbery

Shawty claimin' she loyal when I hit the feds

I know that she not gon' ride with me

Look like Luna Mafoya, my wrist and my neck

It cost a 150 G's

Really come from the soil, yeah, the back of the Jakes

So you blessed if you get a 50-piece

I done sent on some oil and jumped in the 'Vette

With a bitch really look like she Vietnamese

I done jumped out the jailhouse and ran up a check

To the point where they wanna get rid of me

Police ran in the house, knocked me off of some packs

Ever since then, I knew just to keep it G

If he going in and out, he's a motherfuckin' rat

And that really kill all your history

Balenciaga my umbrella

I got a gram, and I got an ounce

No, I don't wanna shine like Sister Yella

Getting rich, not trying when I'm on the corner

I'm dropping sauce like a **** from Harlem

That's what made him a boss all the times he been locked up

I ran it up off the block in the trap house

'Fore I jump out the car, know I'm pulling my strap out

I made it far going with my decision

I'll be co-op, now he going to prison

Had to go make a choice, and I chose to make millions

Yeah, I fuck with you, shawty, but keep my distance

Come and sit down and talk, girl, you know I'ma listen

I'm dearly lost, all my prayers to the ceiling

Shawty know that I love her, but no, I don't trust her

She wonder why that I don't do no kissing

I'm out the PJs, the gutter

Really having my way, shawty think she my bae

But I pass that bitch right to my brother

Really came from the bottom, we really was starving

I jumped off my grandmama front porch

Really grew up 'round robbers, I think about Pablo

I could've got shot in that Tahoe

I tried to flee from the motherfuckin' cops

Turn the green into corn and blast it

I'm pleading guilty, I'm sorry, your honor

These **** condoning that ratting

Walk him on 50, I know that he coming

Right back on some motherfuckin' crack shit

I'm young, and I'm fly, shawty know I'm the

Guy 'cause I'm rocking the expensive fabric

My lil' homie locked down, got a knife in his pouch

When they come to that murder, he active

Written by: Tyquian Bowman

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