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(Zetra) Medula I walked in this bitch with my Ruger My niggas, they really some shooters They pull on your block and they do ya I really don't wanna do no talking, if you run up on me, we finna get ya I'm smoking on gas, the swishers I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah Champagne, you know I'm sipping the drank Pour Wocky up every day I just be living in space You know I love my baby She wanna have my baby Sipping on Wock, go crazy Sipping on Wock what made me You know I walk with a 9, heat I know these niggas hate me It's okay 'cause I'm getting that cheddar Run up on me then you gon' see Berettas Su casa, mi casa, I'm with them dеmons Look at my cup, swear to God it was bleeding Bitch, I know you was a thot, you was treeshing How the fuck I'm finna sit herе and lie? Smoking some gas and I put on Margielas Letras de cancionesI wanna fuck, tell me why she won't let up (Woo) Pulling the Trackhawk, you know I'm fucking the curb I do not talk to these hoes, I do not give 'em a word I stacked up my money so tall, I damn near could get me a crib They used to be bully me back then now they wanna eat on my kids I walked around with a MAC-10, I walk around with a lick They say you are what you eat, know I been I been eating Happy Meals, nigga Medula I walked in this bitch with my Ruger My niggas, they really some shooters They pull on your block and they do ya I really don't wanna do no talking, if you run up on me, we finna get ya I'm smoking on gas, the swishers I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah You a pussy-ass nigga, pussy-ass nigga Pussy-ass, don't give a fuck 'bout pussy ass nigga You a down bad dirty, slimy ass nigga Back then, we was down bad, we had fishbowls in the rental Did she leave yet? Did she leave? No She right here by my side, I don't need her (No) I don't got no time for no lean (No) Bitch, I'm on the top, I'm on the leader Medula I walked in this bitch with my Ruger My niggas, they really some shooters They pull on your block and they do ya I really don't wanna do no talking, if you run up on me, we finna get ya I'm smoking on gas, the swishers I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah Medula I walked in this bitch with my Ruger My niggas, they really some shooters They pull on your block and they do ya I really don't wanna do no talking, if you run up on me, we finna get ya I'm smoking on gas, the swishers I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah My niggas, they really some shooters I really don't wanna do no talking, if you run up on me, we finna get ya I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania