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(feat. Jag) Rap is like setup, Alotta games, alotta sucka's with colorful names I'm so and so, I'm this I'm that (huh) but they all just wick wick whack! Ye, ladys and gentlemen, with no further adue Ye, I spit bars and I spray down hoods I cant be wack, everything I say sound good I punch you niggas stump you like a A-town hood But no name throwin' punches like you lay down, should Niggas trippin' like the grey hound hood Ill put the metal in you Ill I say is spray rounds hood them shells leveling you Real is real, cold is cold, old is old You cats sold your soul like Kanye You got the devil in you Play it cool cause my team is like apes Real nigga have a rat nigga seen you like drake, wait South central I'm a veteran there, on fire Jag smokin' like peppermint hair Hommie show some type of love You and your floyed bag You try'na destroy jag Letras de cancionesSay I'm on some type of drug but I ain't on the roids just piff, clown You sick now you playing and I'm sprayin' like Chris brown, so get down Chain got em stingin' like Chris now Paul niggas yall bitches all on my dick now I'm pissed now, leavin trails smellin' like shit now I took shit south, got me a brick house like Rick now Its lost in me and we dat click now You niggas boo boo You can slide it in my house man my click coo coo Hella gats have you skatin' like the bitch new new We da'' best out bitch screw you...Jag [Chorus] My truck got a sunroof, the coup chopped it in half I buy property, but not with monopoly cash Lil mommy ask, did you hit the lottery cass? Then gave me brain like I'm takin a psychology class I'm the shit jumpin in my colostomy bag It's a gift, I could come up with analogies fast You know I'm hot like venus, and I'm cold like Pluto I'm a genius I could jump in my astronomy bag Since you ain't got a job like Tommy you mad Us eatin' ain't the reason the economy bad You a bitch like all the baby mommas you had I'm pilin' in the line up you don't want no drama with cass If your forgot 'dat I was hot, I'm remindin' your ass I'm so hot that I could pop the thermometer glass, cass Women love him, gats, got plenty of em When shit pop you could get shot with any of em As far as females I got too many of em That's why I switch every year, I got chicks everywhere yea, Every chick I be bringing by On my dick so they go down quick like the kinda ki I, stroker make a rida like a rolla coaster With Cass, she be screamin like she has six flags I never spit trash but now that I'm with Jag You could get smashed quick fast with ya' bitch ass...Cass [Chorus] From Letras Mania