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Yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy Yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy Yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy Yeah, yeah This the business, not personal Please don't take it personal Inferno, we pull out the arsenal Chopper gone turn you to particles My niggas they article Been in the field like pharma plus Ride bulletproof armored trucks Got the right to bear arms Roulette Russian gunplay I fucking told you, don't try to cross me Keysеr Söze, feel like Alejandro Sosa Wе got baking soda, every city taken over Trappin' out Tha Carter Purple down, not Nino Brown 'Bout to burn this bitch down Nigga, now we run the town I fucking told you, don't try to cross me I fucking told you, don't try to cross me Letras de cancionesFucking mulignane's (I call my army) 100 Soldiers, Alejandro Sosa Yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy Yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy Yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy Yeah, yeah I make her count then I count it over I'll introduce you to my fucking chopper Fishscale plates, Peruvian flakes Got me breaking down the block Then we feed it to the block Automatic switches on the Glock I'ma make a mess with the mop Like molly made her cleaning up the spot Shh, bitch don't make it hot Bitch, I trap a lot Like a wrist, I know they watch So I gotta keep the dot There ain't no punching out the clock In the pot, I broke my wrist bone On your bitch, I break her neck bone I'ma fuck her in the Maybach Right before we take the ride home Fuck it, she won't get no ride home Make another take her place Put the work up on her face Baby, I can't feel my face Yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy Yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy Yeah, yeah Say hello to the bad guy Yeah, yeah From Letras Mania