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Letra : Ragu (Vacation)
(Boys, we hit the Jackpot this time)
Let's go, yeah
She said I ain't sh*t, I said, "Baby, I'm rich as a b*t*h
And I know I ain't perfect, I'm learnin'"
Bro poppin' Perky's, he feel like he ain't got no purpose
But he's out still puttin' that work in
Know he a b*t*h, he just f**k with that Glock
He get caught in the jam and I bet he get nervous
I'm sippin' Wock', got me swervin'
keep me happy and a hunnid gon' keep me from hurtin'
Know that I'm good, I wanna be the greatest
F**k all these n***as, I don't want relations
Run to the money, I can't do the pacing
That big body Benz what I ride on vacation
Top of the shelf, every blunt got me faded
They got a problem, I bet they won't say sh*t
Comin' for my mine, tell 'em watch how I take it
I got so much to lose 'cause these blues on my faces
VVS them diamonds, b*t*h, I ain't basic
Drop the top off the coupe, leave it brainless
Step with caution, see me dripped in the latest
My big bro steppin' with his torch and he flamin'
This sh*t can get dangerous
Put duece in my [?] ball
We spendin' racks at the mall, we f**kin' it all
Jayo forgot it was lost
He pull up droppin' sh*t off if I give him a call
Money what got me influenced
I know I'm rich but my bro not, so we gettin' to it
I know the feelin' of losin'
Still be out flippin' packs if it wasn't for music
I got rich and now they after me
To the top and they ain't pa**in' me
Had the ball but they ain't pa** to me
Shot my shot and now they ask for me
Dripping harder than some Ragu
I can't trip 'bout a b*t*h, that sh*t past due
Double C on the kicks, she got a** too
I can't cuff, everybody done had you
No purpose, she just tryna get money and Birkin
Tell 'em get off my d**k, see 'em lurkin'
Drac' got the coolin' kit, let's get to purgin'
Get the paper twenty thousand, I can flip it
Designer kicks, lil' b*t*h, I ain't tryna kick it
In the water with my pole, I can fish it
Don't do the dissin', n***a, you end up missin'
I come so different, run them checks in Balenci's
I know my ex b*t*hes miss me, they still tryna get me
I need 'em boujee, I'm picky
Can't even break down the weed
B*t*h, you know I smoke sticky
Let's go, yeah
She said I ain't sh*t, I said, "Baby, I'm rich as a b*t*h
And I know I ain't perfect, I'm learnin'"
Bro poppin' Perky's, he feel like he ain't got no purpose
But he's out still puttin' that work in
Know he a b*t*h, he just f**k with that Glock
He get caught in the jam and I bet he get nervous
I'm sippin' Wock', got me swervin'
keep me happy and a hunnid gon' keep me from hurtin'
Know that I'm good, I wanna be the greatest
F**k all these n***as, I don't want relations
Run to the money, I can't do the pacing
That big body Benz what I ride on vacation
Top of the shelf, every blunt got me faded
They got a problem, I bet they won't say sh*t
Comin' for my mine, tell 'em watch how I take it
I got so much to lose 'cause these blues on my faces
VVS them diamonds, b*t*h, I ain't basic
Drop the top off the coupe, leave it brainless
Step with caution, see me dripped in the latest
My big bro steppin' with his torch and he flamin'
This sh*t can get dangerous
Put duece in my [?] ball
We spendin' racks at the mall, we f**kin' it all
Jayo forgot it was lost
He pull up droppin' sh*t off if I give him a call
Money what got me influenced
I know I'm rich but my bro not, so we gettin' to it
I know the feelin' of losin'
Still be out flippin' packs if it wasn't for music
I got rich and now they after me
To the top and they ain't pa**in' me
Had the ball but they ain't pa** to me
Shot my shot and now they ask for me
Dripping harder than some Ragu
I can't trip 'bout a b*t*h, that sh*t past due
Double C on the kicks, she got a** too
I can't cuff, everybody done had you
No purpose, she just tryna get money and Birkin
Tell 'em get off my d**k, see 'em lurkin'
Drac' got the coolin' kit, let's get to purgin'
Get the paper twenty thousand, I can flip it
Designer kicks, lil' b*t*h, I ain't tryna kick it
In the water with my pole, I can fish it
Don't do the dissin', n***a, you end up missin'
I come so different, run them checks in Balenci's
I know my ex b*t*hes miss me, they still tryna get me
I need 'em boujee, I'm picky
Can't even break down the weed
B*t*h, you know I smoke sticky
