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LW :Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthafucking pet I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch I’m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I’m a starve her to death Top down, it’s upset been fucking the world and nigga and I aint cum yet! You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest An AK47 is my fucking address, RR : I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car LW : Yeah Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, Letras de canciones RR : Big black nigga, and an icey watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish! I’m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago RR : I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car LW : Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, LW : Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox Big bee’s, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks Your fucking with a nigga who don’t give a fuck Empty the clip than roll a window up Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas center bun I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum 200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see ya looking, what ya looking at nigga You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving If I died today it’d be a holiday RR : I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don’t make it come alive Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus Niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y’all Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthafuck huddle up LW : I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car Yeah From Letras Mania