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Hit it! Blurry, blur—, ah-ah-ah Blurry, blur—, ah-ah-ah-ah Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin’ with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the drama Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin’ with the deals and the dollars I'm on 45 to my pop-up, yeah Bullies wanna execute it, homie Got me out here feelin' tied up Comin' out my soul with the drama Aiming for the ring like the Finals See 'em try to ball with the balance I cannot believe they schemin' now, they don't know what's up I’ve been up ’til six A.M. on my Breakfast Club Powered on that 105, we ain't worry Young, yeah that early thirties I’ve been waitin' in the sideline, took the ball read I've been callin' on Jesus, I need mercy I need a peace of mind for this crazy time Lately, I’ve been on Jeremiah 29 I've been feelin' like Jordan Letras de cancionesZoom, zoom, and I'm feelin' so exhausted, yeah Switch up, I'm in and out, this around Facilitating on the fly Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the drama Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars I'm on 45 to my pop-up, yeah Bullies wanna execute it, homie Yeah, all these L's gon' make me strap up I gotta walk can't do no backups The P for Pharoah, you get wrapped up I'm not your man, I'm a master Ayy, big dawg, your whole style has been ripped off Couldn't get to P so now she pissed off Yeah, I know that game ain't talkin' about tip-off I took the beat and it's a kickoff I just do me, I can't do scripts, dawg I whip up work until my wrist lock Had to grab the ice and put it on wrist, dawg Ain't got a ring so they don't miss y'all The game cold, six in the morning it rain, snow I'm flame throwin', they cannot see me, I'm John Cena, the pain showin' I am not lyin', the mane glowin', they know it's real I cannot ball with a lame growin', we know the field Came from the lowest land, we know the kill But keep it clean, we got it sealed, okay Ayy, it's 45, ain't need a deal Yeah, big rings, my God is real Oh, Lord (Tommy) A mí me dicen N-45 Cuídate que te brinco como un .47 (Prr-ra) Chamaco, ¿dice' que tú ere' calle? Pero no lo invente', si no tiene' marbete ¿Quién tiene más flow que yo? ¿Quién dice "no"? El respaldo lo tengo de Dios (Eh-eh) Quién tiene el piquete y el ambiance Un angelito, pero no se le olvidó el flow (Prrra) Así que síguele, sigue, no pare' Sigue sucio en el Lamper (Yeah) Escondido' están tirando, yo le' digo "Los Campers" (Uh-wuh) Yo le dije que soy bravo, ella me dice Alexander (Yah) Bastante me pelearon, no me dieron el chance Flaco en Miami como el Peter La Anguila (Uh-wuh) ¿No te gusta el estilo? Ah, pues ponte en fila Tanta' bendicione', 'toy peleando la mía Sepa que to' me vino de la nada y está matando la liga Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the drama Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars I'm on 45 to my pop-up, yeah Bullies wanna execute it, homie Tommy con GAWVI Parris Chariz Una pregunta, ¿ustede' se creen perfecto'? Dale, y si son perfecto' pue' tira la primera piedra, ¿me entiende, papá? Jaja Somo' "Lo' Heathens", jajajaja From Letras Mania