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Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas Texas to Atlanta Don't fuck with my paper You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta Roll up like a hot wheel, I fuck a bitch up with a high heel All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta Don't fuck with me till I say Howdy Bitch Can't turn a hood Texas boy into a Cali Bitch My game rowdy like I'm at a pep rally Bitch Smile in your face then beat your face in the alley bitch I choke a bitch out with a fake weave Make em swallow glitter till they can't breathe If Shit talkin a bitch is your pet peeve Keep a sharp unicorn horn up your left sleeve Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas Texas to Atlanta Don't fuck with my paper You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta Roll up like a hot wheel, I fuck a bitch up with a high heel All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta If it a bad bitch street we rule it and if your going to be the bitch with the bag bejewel it If it's a gun no pun, just cock it and pull it And baby just for fun we use poppers for bullets Letras de cancionesRacks on racks on racks till we make bail Gay Gangtas ain't scared of no jail And if the cops got questions no can do, no can do, all I gotta say is whoops I broke a nail Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas Texas to Atlanta Don't fuck with my paper You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta Roll up like a hot wheel, I fuck a bitch up with a high heel All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta Don't fuck around with my gang Don't mess with my riches Broke bitches know snitches get stiches Don't fuck around with my gang Tell the popo give our asses some kisses We the fags with sags in our britches Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas Texas to Atlanta Don't fuck with my paper You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta Roll up like a hot wheel, I fuck a bitch up with a high heel All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta From Letras Mania