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Woah, woah, yo Woah, woah, woah I got a lot on my head Gucci rag tied on my head Put a red dot on your head I put that guap on your head Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy I got a lot on my mind I put that guap on my mind I got a lot on my mind I put that nine to your mind Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy I don't want no conversation I don't need explanation Shoot with no hesitation They do it for a reputation They don't play me on the station Press 'em like detonation Letras de cancionesWant more Margielly than a Mason Man I'm rocky like a caveman We rock I'm a rockstar Try to cuff me like a cop car Try to play me like a popstar That's how you get not far All my cuz, niggas crazy All my bloods, niggas brazy Might just drop in on a Wednesday Been the shit designer wavy Don't talk back, just give me faceI got nines on my waist Hide them lines in the place I don't care I'm with Flacko, you on flakka You got guns but won't pop 'em I send niggas to the doctor I don't care Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man Baghdad land Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand Black man, black hand side Anti everything since Yams died In dodge van by NY No who, what, where, why, when I got a lot on my head Gucci rag tied on my head Put a red dot on your head I put that guap on your head Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy I got a lot on my mind I put that guap on my mind I got a lot on my mind I put that nine to your mind Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Hundred thousand dollar nightmare If I wanna take a flight there Man fuck it spend a life here Young thuggin in some Nike Airs Bicken Back Being Bool, baby Layin' back by the pool, baby Bumpin' that shit too wavy Counting stacks shit too brazy Walk around with a bag on me Walk around with a flag on me Bickin back I got mad homies Joey Fatts might blast for me Tote the tecs I got cash homie Take it back I got crack on me This and that got that on me Where you from? Where you at homie? I got a lot on my head Gucci rag tied on my head Put a red dot on your head I put that guap on your head Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy Don't be talking to me crazy I got a lot on my mind I put that guap on my mind I got a lot on my mind I put that nine to your mind Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy Don't talk to me brazy From Letras Mania