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I'm turnt up off of food I'm tryna get at them dudes I walked in wit' my tool I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude My head on I can't lose We blewed your ass, you on the news But the Feds can't find no clues I'm turnt up off of food I'm tryna get at them dudes I walked in wit' my tool I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude My head on I can't lose We blewed your ass, you on the news But the Feds can't find no clues Hit a one wit' a two, that white and gray turnin' blue I'm buckin' to the roof, cause a nigga made it out the zoo Want to fuck wit' somethin', thеn a nigga put her in a [?] When it's up, it ain't nothin' so nigga what you wanna do I'm leanin' off thеm drugs, if I feel threatened Ima shoot We run your ass down, we teach your ass a cahoots I'm Skully and I'm ugly, I come straight out the boot We stepped on him, I didn't even have on a shoe I talk to my noggin', just know they comin' for you Letras de cancionesIma soul survivor, my war wounds is the proof I got fire inside me, Ima gon' head n tell the truth Got bodies, won't hide it but I won't show it to the youth I'm turnt up off of food I'm tryna get at them dudes I walked in wit' my tool I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude My head on I can't lose We blewed your ass, you on the news But the Feds can't find no clues I'm turnt up off of food I'm tryna get at them dudes I walked in wit' my tool I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude My head on I can't lose We blewed your ass, you on the news But the Feds can't find no clues We leave your ass on the news, so many niggas felt my tool I'm mugged up, not in the mood, I pray mine finish school [?] one how could I lose, on a time schedule can't snooze All these hoes know I'm chasin' blues I remember times drinkin' fuel Back to goin' to war wit' dude Had my bang off with that fool, he had let me know it was you I had should a been had knew, it's some shit you don't do When I catch 'em Ima thug 'em too They put the blame on the new, [?] fuck wit' em too That tar smell smell like poo, hey my young nigga what it do She had fucked me she said I'm cool, had nutted all on her boobs My neck wet like a pool, we gon' slay his ass break the rules Hit a one with the two, let's keep it correct wit' that food I'm turnt up off of food I'm tryna get at them dudes I walked in wit' my tool I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude My head on I can't lose We blewed your ass, you on the news But the Feds can't find no clues I'm turnt up off of food I'm tryna get at them dudes I walked in wit' my tool I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude My head on I can't lose We blewed your ass, you on the news But the Feds can't find no clues From Letras Mania