LetterMan
CMO CETT
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A'yee A'yee Cmo Cett Bitch Phew phew A'yee A'yee Earthquake in your trap when I'm stepping in Rp's & p's nigga but I'm not no letterman Niggas knoccing at the door a'yee let him in You can't come in with no pole a'yee checc his pants Nigga said he tryna score & he got a ten Sell him the high for the low tell him come again In this trap shit I'm ahead of you Different bitches on my schedule Try too rob then I'm going federal I really do the trap I fucc with rap I'm up & ain't signing Niggas talk about that designer shit an they ain't even buying it Nigga say he done a lot of shit & I ain't even buying it You ain't got no plays lil nigga stop buying it You trap don't jump lil nigga stop trying Nigga go picc up a sticc stop all that whining just go sliding Ike just bust down his wrist look at his watch it's perfect timing Vv's on my necc look at the Cett I spend like nine too ten After she give me sex you know what's next I'm tryna fucc her friend Nigga you ain't tryna spin the bin you ain't tryna spin that what You ain't even tryna spilt his wig just like a lace front Boy don't try too run up in here cause you can't take nun Sense he ain't take one ima make him take one to the face Earthquake in your trap when I'm stepping in Rp's & p's nigga but I'm not no letterman Niggas knoccing at the door a'yee let him in You can't come in with no pole a'yee checc his pants Nigga said he tryna score & he got a ten Sell him the high for the low tell him come again In this trap shit I'm ahead of you Different bitches on my schedule Try too rob then I'm going federal Man I told you I'm ahead of you He want a front I use his head just for collateral Too see what he was thinking bout I had no big homie I stay in my lane I had too make a route I was in the dark who the fucc thought I'll make it out Now these vv's on my necc shining yeah they blinding niggas An my foot on they necc Cmo Cett I'm just reminding niggas If it's beef ima creep i'm laidbacc like recliners nigga I ain't even gone say nun cause all you hear is them sirens nigga I keep it Fendi like designer nigga I'm with your bitch that's why you can't find her She tryna ride me like Megan stallion I get her high an we fly like pilot On the road with loads & you know she driving She ain't burnt out she got low mileage She like too see when this dawg shit pilling Earthquake in your trap when I'm stepping in Rp's & p's nigga but I'm not no letterman Niggas knoccing at the door a'yee let him in You can't come in with no pole a'yee checc his pants Nigga said he trying to score & he got a ten Sell him the high for the low tell him come again In this trap shit I'm ahead of you Different bitches on my schedule Try too rob then I'm going federal
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