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Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah (This shit, nigga, for real though), yeah Man, I miss my nigga Greg, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah I got homies in the feds, free my niggas, yeah, yeah I just wrapped a hundred cash, zipped it in the air, yeah I'ma go fuck up a bag, know that ho can’t stand that Yeah, I got shooters but I'm duckin' shooters Pop ’em up, they hit the homie sister, guess we both the loser Po-po pull me over with a half a kilo and a Ruger I can't move the same, I gotta readjust how I maneuver I reminisce that feeling when I think about it A million in the bank, I used to dream about it No heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out it Up in the morning whippin' cocaina 'bout it, yeah, yeah I got bags, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah Time to blast, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah Let that yayo dry on the table, droppin' fat slabs Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, "Goddamn" Ah, goddamn, I'm callin’ Lam’ MoneyGram, go send the bail, I'm in a jam In the jail, I’m in the cell, can't see the fam Letras de cancionesSay my prayers, alhamdulillah, no bacon ham Bacon ham, and cold salami, that's all they serve us Stomach hurtin', the devil working, but I ain’t nervous Beat the verdict, but lost a milli', guess life ain't perfect Whippin' birdies, the devil working, but I ain't nervous I reminisce that feeling when I think about it A million in the bank, I used to dream about it No heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out it I take the pot and whip a Cuban link up out it, yeah, yeah I got bags, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah We can blast, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeah Let that yayo dry on the table, droppin' fat slabs Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, "Goddamn" Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah See, man, free that nigga, yeah, yeah Hot dog, uh Free my nigga, yeah, yeah I know how it be, man You know, pent down in that motherfucker, yeah I remember I was on, on bail and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? This, this, damn, the beat ran out Fuck it, that's enough right there Fuck it, I ain't even gotta talk no shit From Letras Mania