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Featuring Keak Da Sneak & Mistah FAB (Intro) On mamas On citas, on mamas (Hook x2) On citas, on mamas Niggas talk but they don’t want problems On citas, on mamas Niggas talk but they don’t want problems (Verse) Your life pass through yo ass if I touch the grass 2-11, progress, no ski mask Assholes and elbows, lie down to kiss Satan That’s the weakness nigga hatin, I’m out here motivatin On bitches, citas – that’s my word So I jumped up off the porch, back right up the curb But then on some herb, getting ready for the twist back 4-5 grams in the time just to twist that Nigga talkin but they don’t want that On citas, finna top that right back Droppin back in pocket, bout to hit some And no frontin, let me tell ya, bullshit’s nothing Head blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall room Letras de cancionesMy movement 10 militants, straight goons Head blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall room My movement 10 militants, straight goons (Hook x2) On citas, on mamas Niggas talk but they don’t want problems On citas, on mamas Niggas talk but they don’t want problems (Verse) Hella proper, hella chopper I saw the fly, tell the doctor I’m the man, that’s how I ride around like I’m the whole thing, you a sound byte Got yo city on, whole bay too Hella bad ones fallin out of age too Get money and I hate you Turn around, say they made you Well hate this then With some young niggas ballin like pistence Get lovin, ain’t no way a nigga can’t go 10 racks they show em, getting pesos Like wooh, what’s cookin? Paid 200 for the mucus Here beat, take a dookie In the all-black whip lookin spooky (Hook x2) On citas, on mamas Niggas talk but they don’t want problems On citas, on mamas Niggas talk but they don’t want problems (Verse) They don’t want problems, they don’t want problems Actin like gangstas but they don’t want drama Boy they be quiet when they put that lama Put that on my citas and my grandmamma Return of the skizzo, maniac flips Oh that boy go yea yea He party like a disco and disco Go ahead, been waitin for that boy fatty just t bring it home Some niggas was tryna turn it but they was doin it wrong I was out for a minute but I’m right back on Yup right back on, on in the middle of it And I don’t give a finger in the middle of it Nigga yelling fuck em, fuck em They was hatin on me But shout out to the real niggas waitin on me Don’t gotta bring it back cuz it ain’t never left That’s Suzzie on the track, nigga rare yea (Hook x2) On citas, on mamas Niggas talk but they don’t want problems On citas, on mamas Niggas talk but they don’t want problems Take it down, take it down Or bring it back up Planned twist Hipster girls get vanquished Eatin rappers, treatin labels like banquettes Ready to dominate, homie I’m anxious Bring it back on the earth with me Recognizing your certainty Of a career in music but I still handle it perfectly Reflectin the greats, deflectin the hate Acceptin the challenge, I spit in their face I reeled away, dimensions that I was cold I say good, respect me like the truth Smoking fruit, you know we close the boot Keep the money on lock, They are both, they come through with me I’m on that with yo mind Never try to be cool with me Too busy writin rhymes, Gavin Springs I’m producing beats I’m makin this money, don’t try to take it from me All this hell on earth, know exactly what I’m worth She go real with my homies and turned em under the dirt Stay for hoes in my business, I do that there for the church Lookin for the real, you couldn’t just search Cuz me and my gang finna bring it right down to earth All the niggas are hothead in the kick Niggas talk to you in they spirit, top rhyming and shit I set a goal in my aye teen years, accomplishing it I’m tired of hearin bout my niggas dyin and shit I’m tryna get rich, I needed like pajamas and deck It’s serious shit, this asshole’s serious shit We say the heart of the crime the more time that you get But I just see my city hurtin, close my eyes and just spit Get a new form like the whole verse on the plain flight Chain bright, want it, but I could get it the same night Game tight, I ain’t doing your work Guess it’s about time I showed these niggas a lil hard work You see I like that havin cake and I eat it too Electric field, can I get a little Pikatchu? A bit poppy, seed of a monster Mantra hesitate, I love you like tantra Pop some things then I blow until yo eyes closed And my eyes low, smoking on God-knows What did you say my nigga? No one at your souvenir And I’m dealin it, promise that I’m real in it Your boy is in the building like a blueprint HBK, we open windows til the roof bang Tryna dodge loose at fur in a coupe that purps Bubble up in a swinger that’s there in my cup Sick of these hatin niggas stealin my flows Either you with me or against me and I’m killin my foes I’m still in my clothes hittin it Look at who’s spittin I mean the girl you kickin with is feelin my bros I wanna sit back, kick back, maybe we could chit chat Tryna do a homegirl, we already hit that Like a verb off, show you what it do I’mma do it just to show you we could it too 20 years in the booth, my homies laced up like tennis shoes Part my ways from Toyotas to Bentley coupes Homies say I got the juice Confidence boost up through the roof Tell me what’s the use Use my juice to inspire youth I’m fuckin with girls with insecurities And they all the Beyonce, they loved to pair a D And it’s kinda hard to be sucka free with double D’s But I still love er as we feel reckless And uh I think I’m high, I might be not Flowo prints, Nike socks Wavy hair, windy locks, Chandelier, diamond glock Take me there, sunny shaded Get me faded like the watch That’s probably a shame, gas on tank Wear a gank, shot came, block this pink Pink slash more, took a couple from yo look book I’m a good crook, saw it and ain’t good look Never apologize, that’s the bitch talkin in you Me and my niggas ride on the sick instrumental Getin chipped accidental, put curtains around the windows When all of my niggas assemble we murder that shit Bringin that down to earth Take it down, take it down Take it down Bringin that down to earth From Letras Mania