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June, you're a genius Uh, lil' bro just woke up, mmh, him gon' load the guns, uh You don't do no drugs, uh, that shit ain't no fun, ayy Boy, you ain't my blood, hmm, you ain't from my hood, uh Boy, you ain't my cuz, uh, you do not know Pooh, huh You do not know Coke, huh, you do not know Scoop, huh You do not know Lose, huh, you do not know Juice, huh Boy, when I bump in your bitch, I swear this what I'm gon' do, uh You so pissed off 'cause you know this shit true I'm like thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties I'm like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city Yes, sir, I be on that tip, Perc' and lean to my kidneys I don't say it 'cause it's bool, bitch, I say it 'cause it's in me, I say Thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties I'm like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city Yes, sir, I be on that tip, uh, lean to the kidneys I don't say it 'cause it's bool, I say that shit because it's, ayy, ayy, huh You don't do no drugs, huh, that shit don't make no sense Ayy, if I don't do no drugs, then I won't make no sense Feel like I might break your bitch just 'cause I don't take no shit Might accept a little lip like only when she suckin' dick Disrespect me, then that's it, I end your life with my new stick Then I pull up one more 'gain and hit your wife with my new clip Letras de cancionesHe spin the block like one more time because it's sad, I'm really sick Plus I feel like you alive so I'ma slide until I'm tired And I only shot my Draco, four, five sticks sittin' on my side I gotta let everything go 'cause you young niggas done crossed a line Fool me once, ain't no fool me twice, the first time, you dyin' We pull up, we chop houses up, get to knockin' down your blinds, huh If I run into your bitch again, she still gon' get fucked 'Cause she still like my dance moves, she still like my buffs And she still like how Percocet-10's feel in her butt I'ma fill this bitch up, should I film it or what? Stomach on her stomach, uh Keep that bitch from runnin', uh Link up with her cousin, uh Soon as she was done fuckin', hmm My Backwood is Russian, huh Choppers give concussions, uh High like David Ruffin, huh Without me, show ain't nothin', hmm Stomach on her stomach, huh Keep that bitch from runnin', huh Link up with her cousin, uh Soon as we done fuckin', huh My Backwood is Russian, huh Choppers give concussions, uh High like David Ruffin, yeah Ah yeah yeah, ayy You ain't got no sticks, ayy, I think you's a bitch, ayy And your bitch off that shit, I feed it to her like I'm Rick James Chains on, whip two days old, Kunta Kente The only way I take his main home is if the bitch gay Told that bitch to fuck her best friend, make 'em switch names She get sexy on the intersection, make me switch lanes Perkies helpin' with my indigestion, ain't no sick days Fuck a nigga mama through the house, Skuba Ben Rain Fuck a nigga mama through the house and do the Melvin I want some hoes gon' fuck themself and me just like I'm Welvin Control the stage, hope you hear they compare me to Elvis But I ain't like that nigga 'cause that nigga ain't never sell shit But your bitch got my name tatted on her pelvis And that shit a shame 'cause a nigga ain't even smelled it You mad than a bitch, fuck out your feelings, she can't help it You know she heard about that motherfuckin'... I'm like thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties I'm like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city Yes, sir, I be on that tip, Perc' and lean to my kidneys I don't say it 'cause it's bool, bitch, I say it 'cause it's in me, I say Thigh-deep in your bitch, huh, knees to her titties I'm like Kyrie to your bitch, huh, leave another city Yes, sir, I be on that tip, uh, lean to the kidneys I don't say it 'cause it's bool, I say that shit because it's, ayy, ayy, huh From Letras Mania