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    Ayo, ayo, ayo

    Ayo, Buscemis with the cages
    Camo Valentino off the runway on the corner serving work like a baker (Griselda)
    Fiends fallin' out the sky for it
    My pack's ten a piece
    Shot his baby mom's house he thought shit was sweet
    Whole team rocking Hender Schemes and McQueen
    My nigga got a fresh 15 at McKean
    Bodies dropping on the regular, my town ain't shit
    Get money, get killed, niggas scared to get rich

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    Look like somebody wrote all over the Raf Simmon drips
    White bitch out the Six, suckin' dicks, speakin' French
    That's life for me
    I got too many shooters that'll come take a fuck nigga whole life for free
    These not Timbs little nigga, these Balmains
    Please get it right for me

    Ayo, they got the FLYGOD hangin' off the cross, rockin' Hugo Boss
    TECs with air holes yo, he had to cool them off
    Style on Forbes, I'm talkin' Double X L
    Told pussy I need a skirt, I sent 10 in the mail
    Break 'em down, we all bag, weigh the eights with a hand scale
    Grams sell like clockwork, the shootin' was Mach' work
    Make sure he knock first, we dealin' for Fox worth
    Hopped out the GL Benz, OVO tens
    Wang windbreaker with no wind

    Fresh out that cell, I got a brick and a MAC
    Maybach back-to-back, wrist need to relax
    Been whippin' all night fingers swelling like crack
    Yo, what's your name, hun? My name West, what's your digits?
    In '98 I wore two Cubans up in Clinton, now I'm a legend
    Let me talk fly for a second
    I had you lookin' tall in Giuseppes while you naked

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    Composición: Roc Marciano

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