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Uhhh, Part 4, oh my god Uh, Part 4 Huckleberry crack Uh huh, I'm feelin' terrible everybody get back I'm talkin' 24 hours, 48 hours, uhh Just pulled out another, I should probably take a shower I've been wearing the same damn shit for like 2 weeks I've been givin' 'em sneek peaks Lettin' 'em lose sleep HOO HEE, careless Runnin' this town barefoot Now, why does reality not scare 'em Why these niggas hatin' on Skeez Trying to take my shine, I'm like nigga please Please put that motherfucker on the V Keep the chopper on me Me, I'm from the valley, I don't give a fuck Walk in to the building nigga B, I throw my hood up I come through with a couple of goons So make room, we got nothin' to lose I'm a west coast nigga, you can tell by the weed I smoke I ain't fuckin' with niggas who got that okie doke Don't be passin' my nigga without ashin' Letras de cancionesI ain't askin, showing ropes to under classmen Foe blastin', toe taggin' hoes naggin' Need to really see , so when you see me you see captains Sink ships with the flick of a wrist I'm breakin' a bitch, breakin' ankles I'm ballin baby I'm Spalding Come out the whip with that thing cocked Chains on my neck the 8 ring god I don't fuck official people who don't bring [?] Treat yo' face like home base time to swing, nah Bitch ass nigga trapanese, no Klignon But I got the record in my spaceship like Xenon And i'm out here on my own like a team, nah Bitch i'm a D-boy like [?], yeah Titties all over the place like I need bras Throw my money up, like I'm skinny on the seesaw, see god Pushin' rookie to the limit, overseein' my enemies Similes curvin' perfect, my verbs You ain't no kin to me pimp Drunk up off the partial, tell me who I sound like She just fuck with me, cause she know you a damn lie Off the metro and the vocals Don't know nobody that's flagrant And keep the dong on the low low I'm turning down what they offer You might get taxed for the Showdo I put some pack up for offer, and you put a rack on the holddo Everybody wanna know whats happenin' with Key I done stepped in that party with a cup of that lean I be zonin' on my own, don't care bout a thing I roll my fucking weed right in front the police I don't fuck with many niggas that don't talk to me please Only about cheese, fetty, fetty you all that I need You can say just what you want long as you say it to me And I still won't give a fuck cause I'm bout that money Bitch Let the lights come out, say goodnight and Goodnight Friends, Funk, Liquor Thank You From Letras Mania