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Ayee, you always talkin always flexin me I'm always strapped with smith and westons I tried to tell you I'm the one you testin so fuck you and whoevers in your session You in your club I hope you run your bestest cause when I bust I'm bustin in ya direction blah No askin questions you can't tell me nothin and so what you like the gang bang Bitch I do the samestupid sons of bitches and young jezzy momma sorry your sons a bitchass That's okay I'm gonna miss him my killers ain't gon let up tell them niggas with ya Go head and get wet up It's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay You can go and tell them niggas Come on come on come on come on come on come on It's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay You can run and tell them succas Come on come on come on come on come on come on Aye do you remember me I remember you Boys in the hood succa they remember too whaddup do whaddup ge whaddup o whaddup thee Whaddup cell whaddup suite whaddup stone whaddup g's Aye but lett me get get get get back down to bussiness This niggas not fuckin with me I promise god is my witness I must have spat his ass a thousand times never did I mention your name not in a thousand rhymes But you still wanna play with me shawta where I'm from You don't play with g's see my automatics, I stay with these Neva ask to hit your blunt bitch I stay with weez the rap games too easy like my abc's First time I met you I knew you had a phd haa hatas fake gansta you made up Keep frontin get ate up I'm just tellin you straight up I've been fuckin hoes not ya bone playa You don't know what you think this is you betta get up out my way cause I neva told nobody bout the time o strive you and keysha cole Letras de cancionesRemember that I coulda popped ya ass but I didn't wanna explode up explostion I know yous a hoe dude this is not no gangsta ya'll you are only pro too neva had no skills Does he got ya deal if the only reason you appear to be real But that's okay that's okay who you think your foolin Every club that we eva hit always took my tube in Yea I will turn you into sushi and you got yo style from gucci You on your way out I'm on my way in and all you did was grin when shawty shot yo friend Now his momma cryn you steady lien but I'm gonna keep this real it's yo mommas time And I won't say no names like you did when they doin time That's my partna there that's my partna there I know real bloods I know real crips You are not one that is real shit! From Letras Mania