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Southside If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Let me just say this out the gate I'm the nigga everybody love to hate I'm the hustler every stripper wanna date But I just wanna cut a check 'cus I can't wait Most of these rappers groupies and I can't relate Stay in line 'fore this chopper get you scraped I got a problem, I'mma say it to your face And fuck your bottom, I'mma shoot you in your face They want me to apologize, but I can't You can talk about homicides, but I can't You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can't You niggas snitchin' on your partners, but I can't You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can't You might get turned the other cheek, but I can't You suckers rockin' fake jewelry, but I can't I know they wait for me to fall, but I can't Oh that's your girl? That's your world, I'm with her tonight A rich nigga smilin' at you It's so pearly white It's the burr (burr burr burr) rockin' fur tonight I'm Michael Kor's to the floor, call me sir tonight Think what you wanna think, but you can't break a bank, fool Letras de cancionesCan't let a nigga go, she know I keep her bank full She wanna start a home with me, but I can't She think that I'm her cup of tea, but I ain't See, I'm the type to think her shit doesn't stink The new ice cream has to compete without the tank Fresh out the boat, but she's a freaky, not a saint A stowaway, so I'mma make her walk the plank They want me to apologize, but I can't You can talk about homicides, but I can't You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can't You niggas snitchin' on your partners, but I can't You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can't You might get turned the other cheek, but I can't You suckers rockin' fake jewelry, but I can't I know they wait for me to fall, but I can't I'm on that rich nigga shit, I drop some bread on that bitch All these stones, man you'd think we're more than Fred in this bitch I done shown this bitch so much, that I got scared of this bitch She done seen so many mils I might go fed if she snitch I need a mistress, the type to give me head 'til she sick I told her, "please stop sucking on me", I was begging the bitch I was worth like half a million when I came in this shit I'm a eight figure nigga now, I'm trained for this shit Back to all these rocks on me, I look like Hov and Dame in this bitch My life's a documentary, I feel like Game in this shit So many of my partners turned [?] I'm so ashamed of my clip But I can't never be a snitch, I'm too attrained for this shit They want me to apologize, but I can't You can talk about homicides, but I can't You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can't You niggas snitchin' on your partners, but I can't You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can't You might get turned the other cheek, but I can't You suckers rockin' fake jewelry, but I can't I know they wait for me to fall, but I can't From Letras Mania