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(álbum: Drank Baby - 2020)


What up, Prince?
Coca, nigga
Drank God, ayy (Prince, this a hit)
Ayy

You an opp like them niggas that you hanging with
I'll drop every nigga that you hanging with
Got more pape' than every nigga that you hanging with
All these fuck niggas hit my line, gotta change my shit
Yeah, that tee white as hell, I'll paint your shit
Crushed Fanta, good ice, two eights, I'm lit
Ain't not a nigga gon' touch me or take my shit (At all)
Yeah, I'll leave a nigga like a waiting list
He dropped a song in the morning, we gon' hit him tonight
Yeah, I'll clear this bitch out like the end of the night
AP rose and white like Henn' and the Sprite
And if that nigga Garrett try to tax, I'll get it from Mike
If this rap shit fail, I'ma get it off dog
Fuck that, it's robbing season, I'll get it from dawg
Won't never let 'em catch me lack, I ain't sitting at all
The only time you ever see me slip, if I trip and I fall
Yeah, fuck the summer up, we gon' trip in the fall
And lil' cause dropped, we ain't mentioning dawg
Niggas out here pillow talking, get bitches involved
I hope they let my nigga go, he get sentenced tomorrow
Too much water on my neck, need to dry me off
Yeah, big blowdryer, I'll dry him off
Got a chip on his shoulder, I'll knock it off, nigga
Spent twenty thou' for this IUR
Got that bitch at my show on the stage with me
I'll let this bitch sing, I got stage presence
Drank God, we the mob, I'm a made nigga
I only ball with the niggas that prayed with me
I only shine with the niggas it was dim with
Bad, good, I'll shake it like him, him
If I'm ever cross brash, then I'm with Tim 'nem
Yeah, we them niggas now, and we been them
The best dog in the town, that's Tootie's spot
We been running through them oranges like hookah shots
Richest niggas in the city, can't prove we not
And they ain't hit back yet, and they knew who shot him (Iced Up Records)
And they ain't hit back yet, and they knew who shot him (Iced Up Records)
And they ain't hit back yet, and they knew who shot him

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