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June, you're a Jenius Do What We Want Entertainment And Can't Be Fucked With Incorporated Smack a Nigga Ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (I am) Ain't wifin' no hoes, no couple goals (Can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (I am) Ain't squashin' no beef, I'm fryin' it (Hibachi) If it 'bout the money, I'm tryin' it (I'm tryin', I am) My price went high, it's thirty a brick (What 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (Whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (Hello, hello) And "welcome" to wealth, 90210 (Real bitch) What's happenin', Gates? Mulholland Estates I might turn this bitch to the trap though (Skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching 'cause they heard the Lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (Sheesh) It sound like a plane when I drive away Might put a Rolls on a lawn, fuck it ain't got no alarm (For what?) New Richard Mille on my arm (Factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (Nigga) I'm a legend, 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon (I am) Letras de cancionesNew M's to the city In Detroit more than Big Sean (Facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couple of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from the eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (Poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (Never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (Why?) 'Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (Shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred 'round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch on me, so what? Fuck on Ho gave he head in the Benz Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, I'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, I'm doggy Get the head twice, don't call me Heard she had fire, I'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the [?] in the Benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted Ex was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to Perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the air, make her keep goin', then put in her hair Link one twenty, lil' ho, these carats Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war, what they want for the ‘Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin', "Skrrt" (No cap) Heard you wanna fuck, take a chances (Come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (He is) 200 in chains, I'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, she friendly (Ho, rat) All five cars not rented (None of 'em) None of these bitches came tinted (None of 'em) Ask around, "Who run the city?" Me (Who you know run the city) I was just runnin' the streets Me and my brother, we both had a onion a piece Starin', I'm clutchin' my yeak Look two more seconds get deadly when fuckin' wit' me Turned all my brothers to beasts Whether they want it or not, I'ma cut 'em a piece I keep my gun when I'm sleep Double the number, a hundred ain't nothin' Two hundred, you done in a week Who wanna run into me? They really runnin' from beef Scared to go get somethin' to eat Can't even order in peace Once it was war wit' no peace Remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week Who brought more order than me? Gave you a purpose and [?] Stuck around, help you work it I never said I was perfect but flawless As soon as you changed up and fall Like the leaves at the end of the August I hit it twice and he bought it Opened her mouth and she caught it Walkin' this shit like I talk it Smokin', these niggas be coughin' Face 'em, put 'em in coffins First murder wit' a revolver Then I did it on my lonely Big Gee, the one and only (Big Gee, the one and only) From Letras Mania