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We walk around straps in the night time With any bitch with a wild one Now your funeral on night line TV and might fuck you, you know I'mma busting Man is chose this My gun it's get mess to shut shit Call the floster, I got the hinch man now clap for us like Zc Moris I sink potential Shit, I'mma roll on the pray on Try it on the hoody with some skills nigga treavor I'm botu man with the K on I get your body out line and get some pray on I'm from the Browns all we know it's murder Nigas get murder over nigga play the burners Does a shutter born everyday This niggas I never heard of I know you blame you mother and you don't want me to heard it Be aware, hope this words make you wake up You got squers in yout circle, shape up Silences are like pop-pop... Is all the same when is pop-pop banging For the money all of, I get that ball Bejamin The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman I told ém the job zimmerman I told ém the job zimmerman Letras de cancionesI put money on ém, I get that ball Bejamin The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman I told ém the job zimmerman I told ém the job zimmerman Anybody my nigga's farewell A Maserati staring, every nigga is staring Shwnty I get that area Score on the silence so I won't get no hearing Everybody hearing in the ex Want heroine, at last, I shut him in the leg You know I woulnd't do that even if he kind of worthing I even shut the caps I'm from the Browns all we know is guns Fuck the rest unless the recepies is done Know they felt, I'm from the shelft and nigga I'm from the slum Worth make the ...bang so rappers here I come I'm with my main man, main man TBMTMC it's like game bang Well is it what is is dog Ain't nothign for free but free is so I put money on ém, I get that ball Bejamin The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman I told ém the job zimmerman I told ém the job zimmerman I put money on ém, I get that ball Bejamin The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman I told ém the job zimmerman I told ém the job zimmerman Ain't no one tell ém cort When the choppers on deck like a haley port You ain't coming hard better stay home Playing for money, own ém like you play on phone TMC where the fuck the car is Ask rest 'til your crimp in your hotel Poul yeah I know you hear cuz the bread real Run down on you like a fucking train man I said I'm doing like a text message Don't make it put a verse on your dead record But I'm on the plane, texing, they flyin g Do it I'm on, door I'mma swicth ok 617 all duded stuck on the ...nine milimeter better call the reverend What to wait in my state I'm connected Anything pass and try, stay calm and ... This is bango, what you calling my young boy keep the nigga on grooving She fuck with my ..yeah I record that You better learn that From Letras Mania