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Free them boys Big Blrrrd Please don't get me tempted, I'm in Mem' for all my cook supplies Tens throw off your life, call up my— and get you cooked for nine Ten been kinda weak this past three, I had to mix it up Fifteen and two bad, call up the guys, they come to pick you up Murder him, call my youngin Pooh, know he with 30 'nem Brrt, brrt, that's the only sound the chopper make Old-school woody still work goody, bitch thought it was out-to-date Got the Drac', niggas ain't talkin' crazy, bitch, but I'm prepared 350 online, not from mine, I'm still the type to go pop a Xan' Drop his mans, up on fans, yeah, we with all the bullshit (Watch that nigga) We sound like T ridin' with a full clip Lam' truck, Ram truck, my youngins ready to blam somethin' This thirty not made by Glock, I hopе this bitch don't jam In the hood with all this cheese on me (On onе, bitch) See a fuck nigga, I might squeeze on him (Squeeze on him) OT, I don't think mean somethin' (Mean somethin', yeah) Everybody got a chopper now Ayy, all these niggas my imposters now More comfortable when robbers 'round Suppressor on my MAC, when he got whacked, this shit ain't make a sound I been ducked off in the D for 'bout a week, flew out to knock somethin' down Fully automatics, hear that, "Blrrrd," you know that shit was us Letras de cancionesTwo hundred thousand on me now, still quick to pick my ski mask up Got rich as fuck, I switched it up, now it's hits out the Bentley truck 42 Shiesty out the Drac', I sent that on a Sprint' to Dugg (Blrrrd), all off the love Bangin' CGE for life, that's somethin' you can't put nothin' above No nigga with me ain't gettin' searched, yeah, Glock in the club Love performin' with this glizzy pokin', you know I don't give a fuck Man, I can't believe he stuck around twenty years just to give us up He closed case, I think about money and murder all day How a young nigga thirteen ridin' Ray, still got they baby face? Serve you Wock', you better not play, I'ma rob you if your shit fake Palm Angel, white Forces, Ruger-5.7 tucked Take me back to stretchin' days, I got that feeling like I struck Just know that ho was cap as hell if she wasn't bad and thick as fuck Ain't no more slidin' for my lil' nigga, his dumb ass wasn't maskin' up, blrrrd Yeah, his dumb ass wasn't even maskin' up, blrrrd Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, blrrrd From Letras Mania