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[Chorus: x8] How many niggas living ruff rugged and raw [Boy Backs] Hey yo, im like a flame thrower Top notch name knower Games over cherry red Range Rover Sold boulders till marijuana took over Freestylist Richard Allen crack viles [Tommy Hill] Live for the gangsters in the club that'll shank ya Make moves on prowl like a shark for the paper My mans like a theif in the night Im like a theif in your wife He awake ya I get you later [Boy Backs] Lets take it back 80's I'll be picking your wallet On trial with the state wanna book me solid Rap speech hollers flow like im Christopher Wallace Baby baby Blueface crazy crazy [Tommy Hill] Live for the Blue G bad bitches eating sushee With Eppy up in a mansion out in Scranton Letras de cancionesI stand for ruff rugged raw And I dont care for the mother fucking law And I came here for to tell you all I do it way big thats the mother fucking deal He's all right but he's not Hill He's all right but he's not Hill [Chorus: x8] [Six Nine] All my niggas tattoed up, form legondary statued up Watch your back in my hood niggas will snatch you up Snake niggas be the fake niggas I barely speak cause I dont know how to take niggas Only streets put work in the game, now im hurting to gain Old flames even try to throw dirt on my name On 28 im like the god sent Them Richard Allen bitches like where they find him He be with Hill in that big Range You see them niggas with them big chains They be gettin big doe they be doing big things Hoes flock when I walk through the old block I got it locked my nigga Feece run the whole block Ghetto superstar chains shine when the sun out My niggas leave the club its real with they guns out Life is like a fantasy up in the hood Still catch me in a hooptey rolling up backwards Aint no jailing aint no telling the felons feelings Charlie never been convicted for the dealing Con never been convicted for the killing But in an instant Hill trust me I will kill him [Chorus: x8] [Suave] Conquered the game sick nigga 5 to a 6 nigga 6 figgas got it stacked up rich nigga Who you spittin for thugs or them broads Me I spit for the elite with heat I stay low key ride the hooptey yeah you know me Cock sucker blow me legand like Opey Stack grands usually spend it on goochie Linen in the prada joints short sleeve cool G Chain smackin my balls wrist semi gloss Lights out arm to the moon its back on I cant help how these broads wanna fuck me man Got a ?? be grand damn lovely fam I spit bars that hang glide bump in your ride Bring it on your wrong right im out smoking 9 Let a nigga hit a thousand bars like miles to mars Star or a no name nigga I kill em all [Chorus x8] From Letras Mania