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I Eye letra


I-I, I, I
I-I, I, I
I-I, I, I
I-I, I, I

I keep a beam up on that draco, so boy, it ain't hard to seek you
I don’t chase these hoes, I told that nigga he could keep her
I don't pop them pills no more, I'm smokin’ on sativa
And I don't think that we've met before, it's really nice to meet you
I got pizza, I got plates, I keep a bad bitch, dinner dates
I've been gettin' on probation so I move from state to state
I got diamonds in my mouth and I got tats all on my face
I had died when I got shot and I got cloned from outer space

I-I, I, I
(I got diamonds in my mouth and I got tats all on my face)
I-I, I, I
I-I, I, I
(I had died when I got shot and I got cloned from outer space)
I-I, I, I

I keep a bag up in my safe 'cause I don't do up with them banks
I be quick to lose my temper, it be hard for me to think
I got a lot of niggas mad ’cause I be doing shit they can’t
Got some candy for your bitch, I got some xannies for your drink
And I don't do no drugs, but I still keep ’em for my hoes
Matter fact, come here lil' baby, let me put this up your nose

I just wanna get some neck from you so please keep on your clothes
I be dreamin' 'bout them lips and I be fuckin’ Amber Rose
I know niggas changed up when they made it to the top
I won't say nobody names, but that shit rhyme with petty flop
I got a chopper, I got missiles, but they in a hiding spot
I keep a forty tucked and loaded, 'cause these niggas love to plot

I keep a beam up on that draco, so boy, it ain't hard to seek you
I don't chase these hoes, I told that nigga he could keep her
I don't pop them pills no more, I'm smokin' on sativa
And I don't think that we've met before, it's really nice to meet you
I got pizza, I got plates, I keep a bad bitch, dinner dates
I've been gettin' on probation so I move from state to state
I got diamonds in my mouth and I got tats all on my face
I had died when I got shot and I got cloned from outer space

I-I, I, I
(I got diamonds in my mouth and I got tats all on my face)
I-I, I, I
I-I, I, I
(I had died when I got shot and I got cloned from outer space)
I-I, I, I

John Gabbana - Letras

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