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Look mama, no hands I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all Yela, how's it goin? Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all Ain't no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like To put a cease and desist on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch! I believe in my wits, Enough to believe that my kids Won't be home till Christmas Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause I'm stuck in play like a fair ball Know you love to call it foul, say hip hoppin in the south But these country rap dudes Got the bitch in the back room with a open mouth AH! I'd sacrifice it all and lord knows it Put my life on the bullseye I make a camera jealous of my focus And that's shady if you ain't noticed The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis In a traffic jam, I got my lane open Cause they came with the same token You did and cracked the Bank open Letras de cancionesWhen they said the rap game was in a drought I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out Look mama, no hands I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all Yela, how's it goin? Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all Get a workout, bitch, run your lips I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon Just to see me trip You're window shoppin and can't see the gift When the shit is sittin in front of your face Like cement in between the bricks If the world had name for me, I'd be Slumerican This whole shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! " And I do it with a casio and a farmers tan And on top of a hundred grand, there I stand And I made it through cause I had heart Waking up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start! Food stamps in the Pathmark, While some of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard Don't make one of these slooms [?] come intercept you Enter your dorm room and punk you, you internet goon I'm spring loaded with the salt of an old man, Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van like Hey, Look mama, no hands I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all Yela, how's it goin? Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all A couple of loose screws ain't stoppin a train from movin A couple of bucks short of a bill and I'm still one hundred proofin Under the heat like I been metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie Head bangin to heavy metal music I'm now home, thank god, 'Bama it's on! Throwin rocks out the window on 20, that's a milestone Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now gone I dedicate this song to me... FUCK how wrong Shoes laced up with the mainstream face up, With the same team that I came up with (Mayne WHAT!) Changed the game up, like a change up With a pain that'll drain onto you, Bitch ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!) Used to help weezy pack up 50 pounds, Green bay packin a bowl, A broke soul packin the couch And the landlord used to kick me out, But I went from packin my house To packin THE house, BITCH! Like look mama, no hands I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all Yela, how's it goin? Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all From Letras Mania