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Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (grrt), rrah (la música de Harry Fraud)
Yeah, yeah (grrt, grrt)
Fuckin' boogeyman, nigga
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (grrt)
Rrah, rrah, rrah (greatest curator of all time, nigga)
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (greatest curator of all time, nigga)
(Grrt, Super FlyGod)
Ayo, call me God, for short
I'm from the East side where we shoot shit (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
If he gotta go, he gotta go (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
In a pot deep, elbows touchin'
Tony fakin' for Joe for the last rock, now he on crutches (ah)
'26 GT, I did a hundred just to wake it up (skrrt)
Mayo jars had the yay twirlin', I had to shake it up
You broke, you pussy (woo)
If they ask you if I'm still cookin', tell 'em (tell 'em)
"You broke, you pussy" (tell 'em nothin')
If they ask you if I'm still cookin', tell 'em (woo, no, no, no)
"You fake, you pussy" (brrt)
If they ask you if I'm still cookin', tell 'em, "No" (woo)
But I can get it to you whole, thirty-six Oz (yeah)
If you touch the hem of the Louis coat, bitch, you owe me
(Bitch, you owe me)
If they ask you who run shit
You better had said us (you better say me)
Go to war wi-, you better have your bread up (brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Fuck around and get wet up (brrt, bap, bow)
Put so much money on your top, 'Pac can't help you keep your fuckin' head up
Amalfi Coast in a big Rolls (this our shit)
We was tryin' to buy thirty, said I only got ten on me
Believe it when they said they didn't know me
Why would I be talkin' to them niggas? I was droppin' work on they big homie
Half an ounce in the water just to test it (keep goin')
Courtside, powder on the triple lashings (keep goin')
Footprints on a brick, I ain't lost a step
All these killer rappers
I might put 'em together and wear 'em to the Met (ah, huh)
You broke (brrt), you pussy (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, woo)
If they ask you if I'm still cookin', tell 'em (tell 'em)