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(Hodgy)We in the studioI said, we in the studioIs this mic on? Check-checkI'm thankful for my position I was given in life'Cause I know some people livin' who ain't livin' this lifeRead about starved children who ain't eatin' this rightDrug lords declare war, sellin' cheaper the priceStuntin' dummy drug money, yeah, them sneakers is niceGet your swag from the black sellin' back to the whiteNiggas can't get a job, so we self-employedIf the coppers come a-knockin', we gon' help that boyBail money, welcome back home out of jail moneyWhite girl pale money, sunny when we sell moneySee seashell money, we sell moneyRain, hail money, Heaven what the hell moneyDusty paper, stale moneyI thought they restricted it, did for most peopleBut we out here gettin' it(Frank Ocean)Watch your hands under her dressWe get the feelin' that she's faded and she's willin'Screaming, "Wolf Gang, whip me off! Get me off!"The sex, it turns to childrenLetras de cancionesThen the children turn to villainsVillain wolves singin' "Kill them all, fuck 'em all!"And that go for anybody that come around hereThat ain't from around hereHo, you too, you ain't specialWolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all(Hodgy)She handles herself a classicShe got a nice ass but she can't run no games on meShe claim to like the stores and the clothesJeans bleached with the holes, but she can't get my bank homeyToo smart is no good, if she smart for no good it's so goodShe can't flaunt her thing on meShe can be full of swag, drive a Jag, poppin' tags on the AveBut she can't get her cake from meThat sounded like the hook I threw at her in the Swagger I rode inSaid she came to feel me in, when she really came to fill me inLike baby what's the deal with it?Seem to be attracted by the fiancee and finance that no wifey concealin' itDealin' with life's shuffle, then foldDippin' with the duffles I holdIf we are a couple, let's goTo the place where we lead in the life ??Bring the pipe, blow the weed, punchlines to be received(Frank Ocean)Watch your hands under her dressWe get the feelin' that she's faded and she's willin'Screaming, "Wolf Gang, whip me off! Get me off!"The sex, it turns to childrenThen the children turn to villainsVillain wolves singin' "Kill them all, fuck 'em all!"And that go for anybody that come around hereThat ain't from around hereHo, you too, you ain't specialWolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all From Letras Mania