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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Back homë letra


I don't fly no jet
I flew it to Milan
I'ma take another Perc
I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test
I'ma pass every car
Got a whole lotta diamonds
Got a whole lotta stars

Back in the day, I was swerving
The motherfucking po'
Back in the day, I was slanging that shit
Go home
Back in the day, I was hating
Now I think y'all broke
Now I just pull up the shots
And I rock out at shows
Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's
For some shows

Now I had to ride 'round the city
With a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride 'round the city
I'm riding the Rolls
No, this shit do not feel different
I'm back in my city
I'm back in my city, I'm back
I been flying around the world
Yeah, I been hopping on planes
And I do not feel litty
I need to get litty
I'm cupping a couple of Percs
And some griddy
I'm takin' a motherfucking ecstasy
Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches
You gon' suck on this shit
You gon' suck up, no turning, this willing
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I feel like this
That feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten
You ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room
Same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten
You ain't ever make it back

Got a big dumb watch
Dumb bitches
Got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag
Tryna take my swag
How you tryna Jack my style?
Tryna take this back

I don't fly no jet
I flew it to Milan
I'ma take another Perc
I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test
I'ma pass every car
Got a whole lotta diamonds
Got a whole lotta stars

Back in the day, I was swerving
The motherfucking po'
Back in the day, I was slanging that shit
Go home
Back in the day, I was hating
Now I think y'all broke
Now I just pull up the shots
And I rock out at shows
Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's
For some shows

Now I had to ride 'round the city
With a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride 'round the city
I'm riding the Rolls
No, this shit do not feel different
I'm back in my city
I'm back in my city, I'm back
I been flying around the world
Yeah, I been hopping on planes
And I do not feel litty
I need to get litty
I'm cupping a couple of Percs
And some griddy
I'm takin' a motherfucking ecstasy
Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches
You gon' suck on this shit
You gon' suck up, no turning, this willing
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I feel like this
That feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten
You ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room
Same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten
You ain't ever met the back

Got a big dumb watch
Dumb bitches
Got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag
Tryna take my swag
How you tryna Jack my style?
Tryna take that back

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