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Lex Luger I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga Leave you stinking, nigga What the fuck you thinking, nigga? I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say Front yard, broad day with the SK See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga Got a main bitch, got a mistress (What else?) A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood rich Keep my dick hard and keep me smoking You'll get bills free, shawty, no joking And what I stand for? Brick Squad I'ma die for this shawty, man, I swear to God In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas Where you at? Where you trap? You ain't hood, nigga Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood Crips fucking with me, G's, and the Vice Lords Esés and amigos freestyle off the dome Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is fucking home I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga Letras de cancionesLeave you stinking, nigga What the fuck you thinking, nigga? I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say Front yard, broad day with the SK See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga What's up, pussy nigga? What's up, punk nigga? They got on that nigga, make your mama's mama miss you Hope you got your killers with you, hope you got your niggas with you Hope your goons riding with you, they gon' fucking miss you, nigga Nigga with an attitude like Eaze and Cube When my little brother died, I said, "Fuck school" I picked the burner up and I grabbed some marijuana Two years later, screaming out, "Your honor" Glock-9, the SK, if you want to beef Shawty, point blank range, I'll put your ass to sleep Shawty, talk is cheap so watch what your say Broad day in the air like this shit legal Desert Eagle, gold and back, that's to pull the trigger I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga Leave you stinking, nigga What the fuck you thinking, nigga? I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say Front yard, broad day with the SK See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga From Letras Mania