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Yeah So give me that reason I told you I loved you already, bitch, what the fuck? Yeah Shawl neck on the drunk lawyer Coke shits in the toilet Turkey sandwich in aluminum foil The game been fixed I don't play that shit I aim that shit If she looking at another mother fucker than you leave that bitch I don't play that shit Hear me Left hand is steering In a Amadu Diablo Shit I got the urge to get a earring Image in the rearview mirror like Timothy Leary Don't even come near me I keep it thug with a gun near me Your boy been eating on the run clearly Clear the run-way 720's on a one way So much drugs, what would a nun say? And its Sunday Shit, I don't really give a fuck Letras de cancionesAll I really want to do is see my people up Up to no good again She threw the condom tell me put it in I did, fuck I nutted in like three strokes Shit Now that's no way to rep the East Coast Every day I'm walking with my head up Don't let up 'cause it's a set-up Like Albanian marriage go from Haiti to Paris The bath was 90 degrees Tapping Heinies with ease Shit Bitch please I'm the bee's knees Shooting .. three CC's Peep the landscape You can catch me in the trees like the the shift of the pancakes From Letras Mania