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This motherfuckin’ D’usse got me sweatin’ and shit… word to God; Hov fuck with ya boy C5 Okay nigga I got em' Point em' out and I got em' Let 'em get a lil buzz Then we robbin' for pollen We ain't killin' no minors You niggas still in the minus And your bitch, we gonna blind her Can't pick a side off the lineup I swear lord knows Imma murk one of these niggas Shoot you in your earth And get earthworms on me nigga I been did my time I'm getting better with time But real niggas don't whine We'll burn down your vineyard I been ballin' since cornrows Still duckin' the narcos My little niggas, in war mode You spark it up, we charcoal Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless twins Letras de cancionesPicture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens In the restaurant, I’m with Slim Wrestlin' with lobster limbs Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns Yes lord We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro Tina Turn up in this bitch We got Lauryn in this bitch Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky Yah dig? What's up Brandon? Lego! Holly Grove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin Rest in peace, Lil Beezy Rest in peace, ? The world is mine, I am selfish I am a shark fuck them shellfish Everybody in the building Well I left that bitch like Elvis Nigga please Pops treated mom like Billie Jean Like hot sauce, I put in on everything I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything, everything Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio She say "Tune, do me slow" How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know Fuck who knows? I got a redbone with two golds And she snort too much of that Micheal Jackson, that bitch gon' Need a new nose And I got time for you hoes Shit I only have two goals and that is "Get Money, Get Money" Now I'm ridin' 'round the city, with the top off the Maybach Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at Elvis left the building And I take these hoes to Graceland And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams I ain't stuntin these niggas, eyes look chinese Wayne-chong to these niggas, Wayne-chong bitch! More than one bitch This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? I might get money, fuck bitches, kill niggas and smoke weed I'm married to this shit and I'm a wife beater, no sleeves Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no good You better bring that chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers Yeah I do it for my hood, that 45 ain't no good You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga You better bring the chopper, you better bring the chopper You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, yeah We gon' have them choppers, we gon' have them choppers You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga Mula! My nigga hood in this bitch Still on that D'usse Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse Threw up on the owner Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back He wanted half of the money back Twist took all the money and left That's some Young Money shit Soo Woo to the B gang Rest in peace From Letras Mania