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[feat. Juicy J, Meek Mill & French Montana] [Verse 1: Juicy J] I got some killers so don't push me cause Juicy J be on some Mob shit Waitin by your door step hot in the bullshit If it comes down to it ain't no thang but to do it Got a vest on, Got a gun that could really do it You niggas is playin wid real niggas money Get funny, one day you is the plug Next day you're in the dumpster Couldn't keep it one hundred You're thirty-two percent The police got you on a leash nigga you is a bitch [Hook:] Give yo' ass that body work nigga we spraying Ridin wid three K nigga I ain't talking bout the Klan This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing! It's eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing Give yo' ass body work that we spraying Ridin wid three K nigga I ain't talking bout the clan This ain't no arcade, so quit playing! It's eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing [Verse 2: Pusha T] You don't know about this life nigga Letras de cancionesEarnin all of these stripes nigga Kilograms, Peter Pans, Pack holders on bikes nigga Throwin bitches on flights nigga They don't know that they're dykes nigga 'Til the money's out and the bottles pouring They're in the mix that they like nigga Rose gold all on my wrist This rolex like devil piss This daytona illuminate Ya'll think I'm talking that devil shit It's fifty racks no bezel shit Like blood diamonds, it's rebel shit It's more guns, it's more bodies We call shots they nobody They fuck niggas they owe prolly Who's fuckin with me nobody! When the guns drawn they're so sorry Sprayin niggas now the Lord got em Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk Fuck Wid my money and I'll hit you that body work! [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Bad bitches on deck nigga Money power respect nigga Cop, cook, collect nigga You was never no threat nigga Erybody be rap dissin I catch niggas I check niggas These goons wid me don't spit no verse Just limo service dey stretch niggas Black 'maro 2 S nigga Couple birds on my neck nigga Erytime them hoes see me Dey like Meek Milly you a mess nigga 2 gats no vest nigga Strapped up like I'm a cowboy Stand tall like that Yao boy Got a bad bitch she 5"4 This gold roley that's on my wrist Lephrachun prolly die for Young boys that's on my strip Will kill anything I say ride on Tell them niggas call us if they're out of work Cause we lifting weights but we don't do no body work [Verse 4: French Montana] Shout my lawyer all the crazy shit I ever did Know we love that KK sound You know we not backin down 100 drum like hold that doe Diamonds flash like Kodak, though Straight cash nigga fuck that loan Seven digits on that phone! Money so long smoke a whole zo' Getting blood money tryna put my cause on! Bitch I'm on fire, got my jaw wired Sex, Money, Murder... Peter Rollack (Soundview waddap) Body work, chopper work like a techno song Twenty thou' a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home (Waveyyyy) Money fast, diamonds flash like high beams Make it rain in this bitch Hurricane Irene [Hook] From Letras Mania