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Jacob Cuero
Jacob Cuero
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Rylouis Nicolas
Rylouis Nicolas
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Yuta Onishi
Yuta Onishi
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(I ain't finna tell y'all how Ry got away with this shit) Been said I was born to win, so I know that this shit my birthright I'm fuckin' this bitch cause her curves right They caught up again, they can't move right I'm a picky man, if I fuck that hoe, then you know that I blessed her, gesundheit Stone heart, I don't fuck with nobody, only my brothers We had some fallouts along the way, them boys were goofy We had to go take out the clutter Got no security, I got my homies Brodie be packin' the dust he a dummy Run up and they pull the trigger just trust me Hop out the Range, just like a bunny Cloudy outside but my diamonds be sunny Need me a wifey, these bitches all want me I been the man even when I had no money Apply some pressure and the fake ones act funny Drippin' so hard, I got reign like a king I'm calling this bitch, she gon' pick up ring ring I nap in that pussy, I'm feelin' her cream Lover boy, but I still fuck up the scene Yeah, always had a roof over my head, but I know bricks move You know it's crazy when you need some money And do some shit you thought you'd never do No, I can't be showin' no love, they be takin advantage Outta sight you cannot see from my vantage Hungry for this shit so I'm feelin' famished Want all this money, invest in my brandage Real one, I'm findin' my way with no map Heard if you need you some dough you can trap Yeah, yeah Been said I was born to win, so I know that this shit my birthright I'm fuckin' this bitch cause her curves right They caught up again, they can't move right I'm a picky man, if I fuck that hoe, then you know that I blessed her, gesundheit Stone heart, I don't fuck with nobody, only my brothers We had some fallouts along the way, them boys were goofy We had to go take out the clutter Got no security, I got my homies Brodie be packin' the dust he a dummy Run up and they pull the trigger just trust me Hop out the Range, just like a bunny Cloudy outside but my diamonds be sunny Need me a wifey, these bitches all want me I been the man even when I had no money Apply some pressure and the fake ones act funny This bitch in my business, her name must be Karen She think I keep tabs on her like I be caring My mindset is set I don't rep a set, no, I got my guys that I rep And we stay sick like the strep Owe us some money, we come and collect Me and the Brodies owe each other debt We ride for each other no matter what nobody said Nah, I can't be wifing no bitch who won't stick up for me Cause you not a rider And I need a bitch who won't give up some pussy that easy for Fendi and Prada And if you hood rich, with a good bitch, then that sum' to be proud of The money gon' pile up Been said I was born to win, so I know that this shit my birthright I'm fuckin' this bitch cause her curves right They caught up again, they can't move right I'm a picky man, if I fuck that hoe, then you know that I blessed her, gesundheit Stone heart, I don't fuck with nobody, only my brothers We had some fallouts along the way, them boys were goofy We had to go take out the clutter Got no security, I got my homies Brodie be packin' the dust he a dummy Run up and they pull the trigger just trust me Hop out the Range, just like a bunny Cloudy outside but my diamonds be sunny Need me a wifey, these bitches all want me I been the man even when I had no money Apply some pressure and the fake ones act funny
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