Letras
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Hello
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Fighting for the 98, now I'm in that 2 percent (True)
Flashbacks to '02, R. Kelly in the news again (Oh)
Hopin' this confusion ends, I can't afford to lose again (No)
Real life, no Superman, that's why the villains usually win
They just want our soul so I get home and pop some Lutheran (Yeah)
Trappin' on a Sunday, dirty looks from all the Lutherans (Uh)
Check my net worth (Woo), I don't need the network (No)
I'm burning holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt
Turnin' hoes into thousand dollar experts (Yee)
If you hatin', suck a dick until your neck hurt (Do it)
She on that Bobby Brown (Yeah), I'm coppin' new editions (Yeah)
Devil tried to buy my soul but it's
Too expensive (It's really expensive)
Uh, she said that money was a new religion (Bitch)
Uh, paper multiplyin', we don't do
Division (Not that kind of division)
I used to ride the bus without a bus pass
Now I tell a bitch to ride the mustache (Haha, La)
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, I'm coppin' new editions
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive (Too expensive)
Lately, I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin', I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive (Yeah)
Lately, I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin', I'm the one you missin' (She on that Bobby Brown)
I'm way too old for new love, I'm chasin' new bucks (Yee)
Plus my heart too cold for nupuck, you hoes should suit up (Suit up)
Swear this shit is like a new drug and I'm the new plug (Pablo)
Flow so dope that you could shoot up, stay low or move up (Yeah)
And my drop shit pop, I'm too clutch, I'm takin' too much
Pull up with that pom-pom, who been gassin' you up? (Uh)
Bitch, you supposed to hold me down, what's been holdin' you up?