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You know You already know what the fuck I'ma say, you know Gang gang, shit's prolly, all that shit that there, you know First of all, fuck my enemies Ayy, heard these mothafuckas tryna mimic me Ayy, this for all the niggas who be thinkin' that shit Swisher sweet Pull up on your block and light that bitch up like a Christmas tree "Word around they gonna rob y'all", nigga please Mothafuckas know they ass'll die if they mention me Whole gang'll pull up on your ass if you mention we We'll pull up with all .40 cals if you mention beef, bitch Better watch how you talk out your teeth 'Fore we have to stomp you out and leave you on the concrete Niggas talkin' beef like we won't pull up with that fuckin' heat Give you all the smoke and leave What the fuck you mean? We the ones them niggas hated on Cool ass nigga, fuck your bitch with my shades on Bitch done got mad 'cause I fucked and I couldn't stay long Steady blowin' my line up, she needs to call her day phone First of all, fuck my enemies Ayy, heard these mothafuckas tryna mimic me Ayy, this for all the niggas who be thinkin' that shit Swisher sweet Pull up on your block and light that bitch up like a Christmas tree Letras de canciones"Word around they gonna rob y'all", nigga please Mothafuckas know they ass'll die if they mention me Whole gang'll pull up on your ass if you mention we We'll pull up with all .40 cals if you mention beef, bitch Chop him down like a Christmas tree Sneak dissin' we, roll up, smoke your taco like a Swisher Sweet Woo, woo, hold up, mix the drank up in a Lipton tea And I'm sippin' Blood, but my roll blue like I'm Crippin', C Yeah, fully goin' off like blip-blip And the Glock goin' off like bop-bop And that chop goin' off like glop-glop Bobby Shmurda, niggas hit like ah-ah This 100 round shoot a century Last blunt I laced, fuck my enemies First of all, fuck my enemies Ayy, heard these mothafuckas tryna mimic me Ayy, this for all the niggas who be thinkin' that shit Swisher sweet Pull up on your block and light that bitch up like a Christmas tree "Word around they gonna rob y'all", nigga please Mothafuckas know they ass'll die if they mention me Whole gang'll pull up on your ass if you mention we We'll pull up with all .40 cals if you mention beef, bitch We gon' pull up, shoot a hundred rounds when them niggas deep We gon' pull up, shootin' niggas down, leave 'em in the street Boom-boom-boom, hit his fuckin' melon, make his melon leak I can't cuff you, baby, ain't gon' let your ass embarrass me Ooh, sloppy toppy, awesome jaws 'til I fell asleep Ooh, got my bacon, extra cheese, ain't no nailin' me Ooh, shorty sucked my dick so good that I can't feel my knees Ho tried to spin me, not gon' let her DJ Pharris me Hold on, get back, nigga You know what? Shit splat, nigga Drac', no kickback, nigga Surprise party, get back, nigga Kill him dead, kickback, nigga Bullets like a french fry, nigga Just bought a new gun from France Fuck around and french fry a nigga Hot shit, deep fry a nigga Kill his ass, retire niggas Missed the socks when we hit your block Spin again, retry, nigga What if he come back to life though? Fuck it, he gon' re-die, nigga I'ma kill his ass on sight I don't gotta decide, nigga First of all, fuck my enemies Ayy, heard these mothafuckas tryna mimic me Ayy, this for all the niggas who be thinkin' that shit Swisher sweet Pull up on your block and light that bitch up like a Christmas tree "Word around they gonna rob y'all", nigga please Mothafuckas know they ass'll die if they mention me Whole gang'll pull up on your ass if you mention we We'll pull up with all .40 cals if you mention beef, bitch From Letras Mania