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Man, this rat-ass nigga got whiskers Told her, "No pictures," nah, I won't kiss her Stopped taking Percs, I'm a real bad itcher Shiz'll shoot it like Curry on the Sixers I got the snow and I'm makin' it blizzard Fuck your lil' stove, we came up on blenders Fuck these hoes, these niggas be tender I put a sign on the trap, say, "Enter" I put a switch on the glick I keep a broom like a witch Pulled up on camp, ain't in tents Fuck every nigga against I got a thousand, they tens I'm makin' thousand attempts Donkey'll knock off your limbs I lift the weight, it ain't gyms I sold an eighthy in Kim's I rode out daily to Slim I got thesе bricks, I'm makin' it flood Look at my wrist, I came from the mud Fresh еvery day like I came from the club I want him whacked, I'm spendin' a dub Sell dope all day, crazy, I was Got a lil' wiser, now I got bud Dick on the nina, I made it a stud She wanna fuck, right hand on the tub Letras de cancionesBust on her butt, I took off the rub' Fuck all this rap shit, bitch, I'm a plug I'm a real bird man, he want a lug Stepped on whole one, that's what it was I caught a cold one, that's just because He wanna hold somethin', showed him some love Fucked on her good, now she making me grub I'm a real big dog, he just a cub Fuck your show, we'll blow in the club I ain't doing no song less it's more than a dub All blue slip, nigga, know that we cuz Yeah, gang them Crip, lil' bro and them Blood Pop two Percs while I pour up the mud I walk shit down like I'm holding a grudge Left wrist dances, holding my cup Niggas knowin' you cap and you told to the judge Ice too freezy Take dog chain, he easy Yay house slap like Meechy's Lil' big blicky Niggas like, "Ice, you tweaking" Rock Diors, not Yeezys Whole neck rocky Ho give me head, that's sloppy Icy as fuck, play hockey Pint full of molly Never duck right from no outfit Light shit up like Takis Never been the type, no back and forth We caught two bodies, that's back and forth Forgis big, we crashed the Porsche Olympics gang how I clap that torch Wock' and Qua', my naps too short I was runnin' up pints back with Act' and Mort's Load up that yop, them 7.62s Back to back like I'm stackin' quarters Rich of course I was getting crack cocaine on the block, that dope up Newark Dek was a rat, he showed 'em the trap, if he knew the exacts, would've showed 'em the fork I speak the facts, chop with the gadget attached, tryna put on a show for your corpse I add the tax, damn, he was always a liar, but told 'em the truth in the courts Yeah, ain't no way I let 'em get away when we go broad day Y'all be playing 'round with small change, really in my way Two different bricks, I gave three separate hits, now it's LeBron James Six now How'd I know? I told him rock his coat to hide his pole, not 'cause it's in style Duck off, I come in town Know how I get down He tried to run, ain't pull his blick out Knocked his ribs out You know it's levels Niggas playing 'round with fire 'til they run into the devil 'Cause you talk loud and aggressive That do not make you a stepper Wanna walk down, be careful If you trip, you going to heaven All them times that I remember Them fumes got me high from scraping up 'em extras If it's raw food, you can feel it in the texture 'fore you smell it From Letras Mania