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I said set it off on my left, set it off on my rightI said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sightI said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fightI said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my lifeYeah, god flowPaint a picture like a young Pablo, PicassoNiggas say I live fast, die young, so I drive slowAnd pray I die oldIn the drop with the top lowMet a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yoKept it straight, shit, cause y'all knowAnd if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the Chi goI ain't fuck her but I'm thinkin' 'bout itMy niggas say why you gotta think about it?The bitch want too much, hit my phone too muchIf I gotta be frank about it, ain't worth the stressFirst the text, then the draws, see first the sexThen it's calls cause the bird's obsessedWant flowers, cards, and the purses nextNah, bitch can't get a dollarCole on twitter, bitch can't get a followCan get a nut, heard Can't Get EnoughNow she fuck a nigga thinkin' that she may hit the lottoNo way Jose, could write a book called "The Things Hoes Say"Show a lot of love to my sisters thoughLetras de cancionesBut these bitches so predictableI'm in troubleGettin' to the promised landYou don't want problems, I promise manI take you to the promise land, I promise you don't want problems manI said set it off on my left, set it off on my rightI said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sightI said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fightI said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my lifeAnd I'm going back to schoolOnly for the hoes and a class or twoYoung bad bitch made the pastor droolEverybody sweat her like Catholic schoolSat next to her in the back of the classCheat off of her and I'm grabbin her assShe like "Don't you know this shit already?Nigga ain't you rich already?"Yeah, but I got dumb as shitHangin' 'round these rappers cause they dumb as shitBut I'm back on track, jumpshot wasn't that goodCouldn't sell crack but I rap goodThat's one stereotypeKnow a lot of niggas that'll marry your typeBad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop yaI'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type, no saving hoesI ain't fooled cause a lot of cool bitchesThat a nigga went to school with is major hoesAnd they mans don't know, mans don't know, fa showHad a baby, little mans don't knowMomma was a freak, got it in on the low12 years later when my song come on, he ask"Momma did you fuck J. Cole?"WhoaI said set it off on my left, set it off on my rightI said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sightI said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fightI said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life From Letras Mania