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[feat. Brisco & Young Cash] [Verse 1: T-Pain] Yo (yo) He got a malfunction I might show up at his crib or maybe his job and have the whole staff jump in Waiting on him at the studio he caught me in I cut the lights off murder acres ass and stab sumthing Even if he grab sumthing the only thing he aim at is a sidekick That nigga ain't goin blast nothing We make movies dawg, so check ya credits If I got a situation then the whole fuckin cast coming So the chances of me getting paid is half and half Just cause I dropped out of school don't mean I'm bad at math I get money dawg, what do you get? Soon as you figure that out I'm on some new shit Nigga I do this in the bed with two tricks Got a abracadabra and plus a Kalamazoo bitch Cause I don't like not eating when I ought to be But'chu force my hunger like Aqua Teen [Hook x2: Young Cash] Now you can take the nigga out the hood But not the hood out the nigga, we still squeeze triggers We might make us all good But we still run with killers, so get'cha cap pilled up Letras de canciones [Verse 2: Brisco] I do this shit for bald-head posture, and stink foot Wanda Brisco rock, call em no condom And I don't sell white girl, sitting mo Ronda I'm posted at the trap with the show then a Honda Hopolocka poe boy, see I was ghetto bread I'm Nappy Boy ya couldn't get a comb through my nappy head Pain I'm living on the edge, I'm additive The big booty hole's cushion Chevrolet [?] And I'm infatuated with getting keys off I like my sticks well with the satellite peeled off And all my dawgs got choppas, you know Yellow tape, helicopters, you know Black bags heard they came into his black ass No description, all they saw was black mask And all I know is dealers and extortionist So come up off my portion bitch [Hook x2: Young Cash] [Verse 3:] M.O.E. yeah that's still my main spoken In the streets flex my muscle like I'm Hulk Hogan I'm in the kitchen by the stove come and let me train ya After the cocoa I'm gone I move middle fingers Cheah, and that's bird for you dumb niggas Enough bricks to build a house on you bump niggas My number thirty and it's been like there for awhile I used to play with the tees like a pedophile But shit changed up, crackers brought my name up Snitchin ass niggas yeah they done fucked the game up Shit different I used to hustle to make plenty green Now the G side on the block in some skinny jeans You niggas rookies, wet behind the earlobes You niggas pussies soft like a bad applehoe Speaking of South Beach I just pulled out the dump I'm on ocean with a choppa in the fuckin trunk [Hook x2] From Letras Mania