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Tatoos on her ass Take one Dame Grease, we got 'em baby Got these niggaz Got the whole game tryna take us down Al Pac You know it's Vigilante Season man Fuck this shit So I'll just give you that wave Shout to the Four Horsemen Let's get 'em, uh [Hook:] Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced (Too advanced) How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands (Fuck you do that, fucked up now) When my songs come on, they do the dance (Do the dance) Bitches tattoo my name on they ass [Verse 1:] Yeah The Vigilante Season is here, so buckle up The Milli Vinilli killer, Chrissy, pucker up Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gums My DVDs be in the slums Letras de cancionesLookin' all good in my three-piece, got you niggaz speech weak You bitch niggaz couldn't see me like cheap seats Ridin' that white horse, slippin' that caine, need twelve steps Squeeze at you niggaz till no shells left Stop it son you not the shit, I'll pop a clip Seen him on YouTube swappin' spit What the fuck is that, that's some homo shit I noticed it, did the Domain on some promo shit That ain't even one third of the wave, I possess the fury Send some wolves to get you for your jewelry Ask 'em 'bout the boy, I'm a nuke myself Played with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myself Nigga that coke you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get me They gon' find ya like Pimp C I don't give a fuck about your bullshit, best to show me where the money be Nigga your only 23 Owww [Hook:] Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black (Coupe is black) And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that She wanna tattoo my name on her ass [Verse 2:] Nigga I ain't trippin' off this shit I'm a tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?) Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty The 2010 Biggie Need another swiggy, just pour me some Grand Cru Got the Codeine, sour make the whores leave More fiend, that's that shit I be slingin' out the back of the spaceship Taste it, get you niggaz facelifts Get you niggaz wasted, Bigga the better spar Pay for your funeral on my debit card Cop a pine box, you don't want that, baby Niggaz on my dick, screamin' "Wavy" Try to do a splash, now cyclones They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E's got you hyper Nigga stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the set They make me wanna squirt the Tech Owww [Hook:] Well she touched in Miami, while you was doin' tracks (Doin' tracks) She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash She said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that (What type fruits is that) She wanna tattoo my name on her ass Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced (Too advanced) How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands (Fuck you do that) When my songs come on, they do the dance (Do the dance) Bitches tattoo my name on they ass Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black (Coupe is black) And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that She wanna tattoo my name on her ass Freaky bitch, yeah Need a nice outro for this one Ain't gotta say much Vigilante Season, ya know Boss Don Biggavel' Dame Grease Four Horsemen baby, yeah Got bottles of that Grand Cru Ya know the industry, comin' for my head All these niggaz talkin' greasy 'bout the boy Let's let the music speak for itself, ya know Lil' coke head niggaz runnin' round the game Poppin' them percs, shrooms Fuck with' ya boy bitch The Boss Don, oww Gotta love it Gain Greene, yeah That's it, huh [Max B laughs] From Letras Mania