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Indigo Yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't no breakin' down Okay, Embasin Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Been on full throttle, ain't no breaking down (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) I been on full throttle, ain't no breaking down If we see we got 'em, we gon' take 'em down Locked up in the gallow now I'm breaking out I got one up in the chamber, I'ma break you down Aim it at a opp, I'ma let it fly, yeah I got plenty mops, I got plenty fire Let them bitches sing, bet they sound like choirs I got plenty rank, I'ma leave 'em dying Aim it at a opp, I'ma let it fly, yeah I got plenty mops, I got plenty fire Let them bitches sing, bet they sound like choirs I got plenty rank, I'ma leave 'em dying Big sticks on me, man, they thought I was a caveman (Shh) Pull up with the Taliban, they thought I was Arabic (Yeah) If we start dumpin' we gon' leave 'em on the pavement (Boom) Dark side nigga, we gon' leave him where he stand (Yeah) Letras de cancionesWish a nigga would, he gettin' carved (Yeah) Headshot him, if he die, I'm at large .30 on the hip, if he try, oh my God For the graveyard kids, I'm a don, I'm a God (Yeah) Swing that big ass choppa 'til my arm is aching (Yeah) With my regiment, the artillery shaking (Oh) Bustin' out the roof to the top and the basement (Woah-woah) Molly have a suit and a mob in the making (Yeah) We gon' drive to shoot and left fam where you prayin' Aim it at cahoots, we let loose at your man (Bah) Starlight (Starlight), pull up (Pull up) Damn right (Damn right), pull up (Pull up) He ride down with the coolant (Coolant) And the shadow right there and he doomin' (Doomin') That's a challenge right there we pursuin' ('Suin') Plenty nightmares I influence ('Fluence) I been on full throttle, ain't no breaking down If we see we got 'em, we gon' take 'em down Locked up in the gallow now I'm breaking out I got one up in the chamber, I'ma break you down Aim it at a opp, I'ma let it fly, yeah I got plenty mops, I got plenty fire Let them bitches sing, bet they sound like choirs I got plenty rank, I'ma leave 'em dying Aim it at a opp, I'ma let it fly, yeah I got plenty mops, I got plenty fire Let them bitches sing, bet they sound like choirs I got plenty rank, I'ma leave 'em dying Aim it at a opp, I'ma let it fly, yeah I got plenty mops, I got plenty fire Let them bitches sing, bet they sound like choirs I got plenty rank, I'ma leave 'em dying Aim it at a opp, I'ma let it fly, yeah I got plenty mops, I got plenty fire Let them bitches sing, bet they sound like choirs I got plenty rank, I'ma leave 'em dying From Letras Mania