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Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Yeah, how you like that? Flew the bitch out and now she on the flight back I sent you a message, you ain't even write back God sent you a blessing, you ain't even strike back I'm straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack We live from Hollywood, baby how you gon' hype She said you too hood, tell me how you love that Yeah, I was a ghetto trapper, now I'm livin' larger I moved out LA and I turnеd into a dodger Your bitch keep callin' me, yeah, I had to stall hеr Bitch I'm a baller, real shot caller Cuban links, what the fuck you think, girl? Winter time comin', I'm gon' buy you minks, girl Fuck you dream, girl, I live in your dream world I'm not a loud nigga, I won't make a scene, girl They want my hit, gunners, why I move so millitant I put my hood on and niggas wan' be Zimmermann Bitch I'm a gangsta not a law abidin' citizen I can kill a [?] with a hunnid fuckin' Benjamins Yeah, how you like that? Letras de cancionesFlew the bitch out and now she on the flight back I sent you a message, you ain't even write back God sent you a blessing, you ain't even strike back I'm straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack We live from Hollywood, baby how you gon' hype She said you too hood, tell me how you love that Yeah, the perfect endin' Sorry God, I know we sinnin' She just pretendin', she love you but she know we winnin' I got racks, [?] like fuckin' tenants I'm with shooters, I call 'em my fuckin' Gremlins My ex girl told me, I can never give no hoe my heart If a side love you, then don't ever let her tear apart Ain't got no friends, I'm lost most time, I'm in the dark Got out the trenches, they say Jefe got that shit on lock Who's realer? Baby tell me who's iller? Different type of nigga, I'm makin' different type of figures I'm hesitant to kick it but I'm quick to pull the trigger Fuck you 'round the villa, take the PJ to Anguilla Yeah, how you like that? Flew the bitch out and now she on the flight back I sent you a message, you ain't even write back God sent you a blessing, you ain't even strike back I'm straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack We live from Hollywood, baby how you gon' hype She said you too hood, tell me how you love that, yeah Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh From Letras Mania