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Uh, uh, yeah (Cutta, we rich) Grrrrrr (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah) (Murda on the beat so it's not nice) 50 round drum on the end of my gun Told that lil' bitch I'm up next, I'm the one She shaking that ass and I'm throwing some ones My bitch is too fire, she hot like the sun When you see the gang, bitch you better run Niggas too broke out here looking like bums I call up Lil Bean now I'm smoking on Runtz I call up Lil Bean now I'm smoking on Runtz (Fly like a bird) Sippin' on mud and I came out the dirt I'mma fuck on yo' bitch 'till it hurt Double cups, double cups, sippin' on syrup Dive in that pussy, I'm makin' her squirt Ridin' round town and I'm servin' that work You can get murked, put on a shirt Whip out blue hundreds, your bitch tryna' twerk Jump out a bush with that K, go to work Nah, bro, no No, nigga, no No, nigga, watch out Letras de cancionesHa-ha (Bitch) Niggas too pussy, not gangsta enough She love when we fuck, how I be getting rough Came with a hundred if you feelin' tough Walk down gang, like pocket 'em up Pull up on the one-way, we leavin' 'em fucked Swing to the hood, tell my killers "What's up?" I just poured a deuce of Wockhardt in my cup (I just poured a deuce of Wockhardt in my cup) Sippin' yo rent Double-back, double-back gain when I spend Jump in the coupe, drop the top off my Benz I call 'em brothers, I don't got no friends I paid 2,000, all blues, for these pants Bluetooth pulled up with a whole lot of bands We got them racks, ain't no advance You couldn't kill me if you had the chance Jump off a plane and get racks when I land 50 round drum on the end of my gun Told that lil' bitch I'm up next, I'm the one She shaking that ass and I'm throwing some ones My bitch is too fire, she hot like the sun When you see the gang, bitch you better run Niggas too broke out here looking like bums I call up Lil Bean now I'm smoking on Runtz I call up Lil Bean now I'm... (Fly like a bird) Ayy From Letras Mania