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I'm comin through y'all, with the Glock buckinYa whole block duckinEvery bitch that I'm fuckin with now is cock suckinIt's like I'm allergic to not fuckinYa niggas is faggots like Rock Hudson and Boy GeorgeI destroy broads with one verseNigga we could knuckle up or we could let the guns burstL is the type, to murder your son first, to get my pointacrossSince y'all wanna chit or chat with the coppersY'all might as well join The ForceWhere I'm from believe me, snitches get killedNiggas be hustlin daily tryna fuck more bitches than WiltTakin pitchers in silk, gaterd it upPassport: dated up, hair braided upI fucked ya bitch but I ain't rape the slut she gave it upI runnin with Wop, you runnin wit me, we runnin togetherWe get drunk and blunted togetherBut don't front, the guns is under the leatherReady to ill, ready to kill, ready to peelSteppin to Corle' you better be realCuz none of my niggas be lettin me chillMy crew be deliverin hot leadWhen gats are clenched rappers I clap and lynchNobody can fuck with the way I be killin up shit in rapeventsLetras de cancionesIt's like, soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin thepeople yellI'm rugged as hellBrothers can tell, that none of y'all niggas is fuckin withLWhen I'm that nigga ya ex-pect, to catch wreck on anycassette deckI'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet From Letras Mania