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'Cause them boys keep challenging me So I'm gon' make sure I can drop em (drop em) Load em up and cock em (cock em) Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back) Aim! (I will let it go) Aim! (I will lay it down) 'Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) So I'm gon' make sure I can drop em (drop em) Load em up and cock em (cock em) Arms out the window and aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! 'Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) 'Cause I am Mike Jordan, Mike Tyson, Mike Phelps Michelangelo with the flow bro and the mic helps Ha! The mic stealth, that's for the mic's health You'll take me out – now that's the funniest shit, Mike Epps They say the street need a hit It ain't gon' write itself So I'mma set this bitch on fire It ain't gon' light itself And I'mma beat the beat up It ain't gon' fight itself Fuckin let it write itself until it good night itself Letras de cancionesThat's for the OG to do it Just equip me and do You know what we a do fool I will pull it back I will let it go I will lay it down 'Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) So I'm gon' make sure I can drop em (drop em) Load em up and cock em (cock em) Arms out the window and aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! 'Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) 'Cause I am Al Capone, John Gotti, Larry Hoover Tooky Williams, Mike and sexy on, bitch I will do ya Now when you talkin' do a million people listen to ya? Or do they slip and keep it moving like they never knew ya You born a sucker, die a sucker, yea you get the picture When you go, you gon try to take some trill niggas wit' ya Son of bitch yea, I say fuck you for a picture Come in to get yo head a bodybag This shoulda fit ya Nigga talkin' down in your subliminal rap We're playin', you get slow dice Like slit through the craps Snap back to reality, there'll be another studio Casually, try to battle me I leave em rattled G That's for the OG to do it Just between me and you You know what we a do, fool I will pull it back I will let it go I will lay it down 'Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) So I'm gon' make sure I can drop em (drop em) Load em up and cock em (cock em) Arms out the window and aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! 'Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) Staircases and aces, razor blade cameras and scrapers Get through it big, I got the rhythm to bend cages Choppa mad, places in front We just stunt, you know my shakers All of them shoot just like the Lakers Paper fryers and Goliath, mission attired, he wired Kill that nigga with the quick fast and tie it Check that Houston goose and the cranberry will loosen niggas up Quinton thought he was straight just like moose and Stat and Pharell bustin them bow and arrows We touch so we lowin sparrow Chums is long and goofy like cousin Cowell Truth or fire, dope fiends get crucified Both teams is super loud Me and Buns, the underworld is ours nigga Pantries is filled with nothing but blow and scampy shrimps Try to stop me nigga, shoot through his eyes Blow tryin' to cope, coppin' the stove, he drove pop us 'Cause them boys keep challenging me So I'm gon make sure I can drop em (drop em) Load em up and cock em (cock em) Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back) Aim! (I will let it go) Aim! (I will lay it down) 'Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) So I'm gon make sure I can drop em (drop em) Load em up and cock em (cock em) Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back) Aim! (I will let it go) Aim! (I will lay it down) 'Cause them boys keep challenging me (But there's no competition) From Letras Mania