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    [Hook]
    Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
    Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

    I'm the dope mane bitches sniffin' cocaine
    All my young niggas know that they could always
    (Call me, call me, call me) always, always
    (Call me, call me, call me) always, always
    (Call me, call me, call me) always, always
    (Call me, call me, call me) always, always
    (If, if, if you see me trouble bitch)

    They call me young drug dealer
    They call me young thug nigga
    24 karats my slugs glitter
    24 years old worth a couple million
    Shouts out to my cuz' niggas
    Finna' let it fly for my blood niggas
    Middle finger up to you fuck niggas
    If you a trill nigga, then fuck wit' us
    Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet
    Wit' a pistol on him prolly' wouldn't even pull it
    Heart made of puddin' mean muggin' wit' a hoodie
    Like what's goodie
    Tryin' to be the motherfucker that you couldn't
    Knowin' you
    Down to let it fly when I shouldn't
    All my young niggas they gon' rep it to the fullest

    Tell a fuck nigga "be you," fuck tough be cool
    All the young niggas in my crew they down to let it fly
    For a nigga like me, young nigga like me
    They let it fly
    For a nigga like me, young nigga like me
    They let it fly
    For a nigga like me, young nigga like me
    They let it fly
    For a nigga like me, jiggy young like me

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    Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
    Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

    Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that
    Hood by air man I started that
    Niggas claim they the God of black
    Well your name is purple I'm the God of that
    Gave you my back nigga' pardon that
    Fuck that shit I brought mobbin' back
    I brought robbin' back, I brought the Garden back
    Motherfuck black land I brought Harlem back
    Rollin' in my Benzo
    Hoes on the curb a couple of friends
    Rollin down my window
    Yo whats the word, fuck it get in
    Ride round wit' these bimbos
    She give head to my kin folk
    Shout outs my connect tho'
    Keep a watch out for them Winslows
    Cause' the boys gon' creep
    D-boys gone' serve
    Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve
    Imma' get by while the world gon' turn
    Imma' get mine like you gon' get yours
    Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve
    Niggas in the streets want heat, get burned

    Tell a fuck nigga "be you," fuck tough be cool
    All the young niggas in my crew they down to let it fly
    For a nigga like me, young nigga like me
    They let it fly
    For a nigga like me, young nigga like me
    They let it fly
    For a nigga like me, young nigga like me
    They let it fly
    For a nigga like me, jiggy young like me

    Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
    Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

    Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
    Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

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    Composición: Imogen Heap, Emile Haynie, Rakim Mayers, Dayquan Davis, Clarence Connor y Solomon Davis

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