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Nah Nah I Don't Do All That Talking Man Its One Way Or The Other You Comin Or You Gonna Watch Another Bitch Leave With Me You Know The Rush Thats The Way Shit Go Im A Fuckin Rapstar!!! Fresh Off Of The Plane I Jets Off In The Range First Class Seat But This West Coast Aint The Same The Rap Game'll Bring Stress, Fortune And Fame An Slow Drive Bys Like When They Aired Out Kane Im In The S55 With Blew Out Chains You Body Me, You Body Them An They Pull Out Prayin My Only Wish Is To Find Ya Catcher Lay Your Ass On A Stretcher Betcha, Getcha Ass Out The Hood All I Got Is Rap An For That I Spazz Out For Good Thats My Income It Keeps Me In Paz An Hollywood Im Hardly Home, When I Leave The Club The Party Gone An Im Pissy Of Petroleum Trying Get My Own Home My Names Banks Baby, Im Top Rank Lady I Gotta Go Grab Your Coat Letras de cancionesItch You Aint Crazy I Speed Off Gainin And Rushin To Bend Her Over Sumthin Then Im Bumpin The Volumes To The Max And Im Frontin All Of A Sudden Shes Down On The Humble For A Feel And Im Driftin In An Out Of Lanes Fumblin The Wheel A Couple Of Miles Later Ill Be Cummin On The Grill Then Its Back To The Hotel To Chill Ma' Give You The Rush Damn Ma That Lil Outfit Got My Third Hand High And I Need You To Understand I Really Aint Got A Lot O Time Bitch Ya Out Ya Mind Its Meeee Damn Blood Dont U Wanna Get Out Of Them Handcuffs? I Aint Gon Love You Like Your Man Does I Aint Gotta Lot Of Time Bitch Ya Out Ya Mind! From Letras Mania