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[Chorus:] I got a 50 of some piffy and the sour linger in my soul (Sour linger in my clothes) I was riding in the bucket and was riding in the droptop Rove I'm still up to whippin' now and then We got the power, Sylar poppin' on the stove (It's poppin' on the stove) And I'm blowin' a dub, duu-uub, dub [Verse 1:] Contemplatin' 'bout my trip to the Bahamas As I spin through my condo in my Calvin Klein pajamas Like, I peep the spliff, but if baby-moms Blowin' on some shit probably bigger than my baby arm Pissed the lady off so she comes to me for comfort Picture baby-moms, now she comes to me for cum squirts Gun work, got it if the nigga buzzed, pop it at a nigga mug Watch the Bigga ride, I'm tryna see this nigga die, right I ain't givin' no mercy Baby need shoes and my niggaz is thirsty Ladies want a nigga back in, fuckin' fat bitch I keep the extra Mac 10 You can find me in the trap, on the AM Pump is in the store right next to the Jamaican I'm a shake him, break him, take him to the basket Ya momma picked the suit while they lay you in ya casket Letras de cancionesOwww [Chorus:] I got a 50 of some piffy and the sour linger in my soul (Sour linger in my clothes) I was riding in the bucket and was riding in the droptop Rove I'm still up to whippin' now and then We got the power, Sylar poppin' on the stove (It's poppin' on the stove) And I'm blowin' a dub, duu-uub, dub [Verse 2:] Now just when you thought it might have seemed enough Momma in the room screaming beat me up My brothers used to beat me up Meet me up top where they hella pop Nigga you climb, I'm a meet you in my helicop' I will never stop till the day I die Even then they'll praise me as the great one They rate me at an even 10 Seen the man in suttin' real wavy in the drive-thru You can hide nigga I'm a find you, must I remind you Don't a nigga style come close to the Wave Man Nigga I'm a made-man, caveman Had to do my 8 in the state pen That's an old chapter in my life like The Great Danz Pacin' back and forth thinkin' 'bout will he ever do the time Can he go to jail, if he didn't will he do the crime Poppa in the staircase doin' lines Got his energy all up, nigga we ball up Like that, Owww [Chorus:] I got a 50 of some piffy and the sour linger in my soul (Sour linger in my clothes) I was riding in the bucket and was riding in the droptop Rove I'm still up to whippin' now and then We got the power, Sylar poppin' on the stove (It's poppin' on the stove) And I'm blowin' a dub, duu-uub, dub [Verse 3:] They tryna push a nigga outta the way, hey They tryna black-ball a nigga, tryna take a nigga outta the game, hey And since I left, they ain't rappin' the same, hey Fuck around with' Biggavel you might not be rappin' again, hey Baby, baby, baby I'll make my money, set my cake up Only got 23 days and then wake up Pull the.40 out and get to smearin' ya make-up Tear ya face up, bullets shoot from the waist up Fuck, killed my brother, he was 17 Put it in his head, the voices, they will never leave He watchin' over, he be tellin' me "Max, take ya time, don't rush" if bitches hit me with the pussy, I'm a fuck it Owww [Chorus:] I got a 50 of some piffy and the sour linger in my soul (Sour linger in my clothes) I was riding in the bucket and was riding in the droptop Rove I'm still up to whippin' now and then We got the power, Sylar poppin' on the stove (It's poppin' on the stove) And I'm blowin' a dub, duu-uub, dub From Letras Mania