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Rocktee 'bout to run it up War zone, tell them pussy niggas lay low I got me some shooters in the cut, they love Dracos And it ain’t no question, they gon' move when I say so Face shot, bitch, we tryna leave the case closed One drop, but it feel like I need eight more I got plenty money but I like to make more Spoil the bitch, so she hate it when I say no Ain't got time for that shit, I swear I hate hoes Had to fall back from the bullshit and get straight to dough Yeah, I used to be a local, now I’m 'cross the globe All these boogers in my jewelry like a snotty nose Bitch looked at me and was shocked like she just saw a ghost Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my toes Yeah, they speakin' on my name but they don't really know Bitch, I really mean business, fuck what you was told Out of line, and you gotta get hit with the pole Pressure comin' my direction and I never fold Pussy boy, you better not play, gon' leave your face swole Never change on who I love 'cause they was there the most Heart cold, that's the reason I don’t trust a soul War zone, tell them pussy niggas lay low I got me some shooters in the cut, they love Dracos Letras de cancionesAnd it ain’t no question, they gon' move when I say so Face shot, bitch, we tryna leave the case closed One drop, but it feel like I need eight more I got plenty money but I like to make more Spoil the bitch, so she hate it when I say no Ain’t got time for that shit, I swear I hate hoes I swear I hate hoes Hate it when I say no Tryna leave the case closed Bitch, we love them Dracos Grah, baow, case closed Bitch, we gon' leave your face swole 23 shit, we on go Rocktee 'bout to run it up From Letras Mania