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(12Hunna on the beat) (Goddamn, BJ with another one) We do some expensive stunting, uh I got this drip from London, uh You think he playing the post the way he come off the hip or something, uh Empty a clip or something FN make him drip from running I'm speeding, my engine humming We ain't toting these blicks for nothing Come through and slime on a nigga like drumming I'm with the cappers, you know how we coming Not from Atlanta, I'm talking 'bout losing your top, I done seen all them demons get summoned Come from the bottom now I gotta reach for the top, need sixty five for a frontend Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds I was so broke, man, that shit was disgusting Look boom, we make it hot like it's june Turn his white tee to marroon We put him up like a hot air balloon Now they claiming he left too soon Like move, bitch, you ain't leaving with me, I don't know why that's what you assume Like boom, deep in that struggle for real, I ain't never had no silver spoon Running the city, might need me a statue or something, like watch out for Cap 'cause he coming We with the shits and a tool and I pack like I'm plumbing, send a hit just from tapping a button Letras de cancionesThey wanna know why a young nigga flexing so hard, how he run up that sack all a sudden I'm off a pill, I won't cut her no slack when we fucking, put dick in the back of her stomach Now glow, rounds blow Man down, woah Blow out his mind, gross Them hitters come out at the night time They pop out the cut at the right time Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying [?] know he gon' see that light shine Look boom, we make it hot like it's june Turn his white tee to marroon We put him up like a hot air balloon Now they claiming he left too soon Like move, bitch, you ain't leaving with me, I don't know why that's what you assume Like boom, deep in that struggle for real, I ain't never had no silver spoon From Letras Mania