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(Verse) Niggas on the inside wishin for the outside Peanut butter inside, candle red outside Hit you with the 9, now you’re inside outside Pull up in that foreign, gotta leave yo bitch mouth wide Nigga talkin shit, must don’t know that I got mob ties Run up on wall and you gon end up house tied Catch me in the kitchen whippin chicken like hip-hop Gotta love yo hoe clit so blame yo ass for some high five Tell me something slicker man, you slide I’mma slick that I’m a black guy, give me 5 on the black side I’m a trap god, leave yo numbers by the black guy He a live wire, I’mma shutdown his WiFi (Hook x2) I’mma I’mma I’mma I’mma I’mma pull up on ya I’mma call my young niggas and have em pull up on ya You don’t wanna, you don’t want them niggas to pull up on ya I’mma call my young niggas and have em pull up on ya (Verse) Playin with Gucci Mane is just like playin with the lighter Playin games with Gucci Mane is just like touchin fire Got tattoos on my face, my legs, my arms but I’m not a biker Got a 4-58 Ferrari, bitch I got the title I’m from East Atlanta, Georgia yo man that shit just like The Wire Letras de cancionesAnd you say you folks on 6 but my niggas you know you lyin I’m a lover and a fighter and a motherfuckin striker And they like keep comin round me and they know that I don’t like em If I spit that in his nigga face do you think that I’m tryin it? If I tell this bitch she ain’t my girl then why the fuck is she cryin? You would think I’m at the grocery store to call the girls I’m buyin You would know that I’m the plug cuz all these fuckin niggas all supplyin (Hook x2) I’mma I’mma I’mma I’mma I’mma pull up on ya I’mma call my young niggas and have em pull up on ya You don’t wanna, you don’t want them niggas to pull up on ya I’mma call my young niggas and have em pull up on ya From Letras Mania