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Featuring Boo Now there’s a couple mad bitches in the building – fuck them I get that mouth, I get that pussy – duttin’ I see you niggas got no life, 6’s She say she wanna fuck my brains out but she gon have to suck this dick Veeeeeeerse: preach like I ride out deep She sat on my dick, she sat on my face I told that bitch she got the C’s Man these niggas all for them fleece Truth these niggas are in oblique You talkin’ shit? I know you out Like go ahead and talk in your sleep Yea, bitch you know the motto It’s Young Money over hoes Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinocchio Getting to the money, now the money getting to me She say my verdict is hung like a jury I’m on the track, BOA some of these niggas be DEA Money tall, NBA Broke niggas, SMH Hit it like Inseco While she J, you know way Jose I got a hold of that white What you call that? Oh KKK Letras de cancionesEvery night I go hard She blow me like Boston George She like it in the ass, mouth and pussy, 3-car garage These niggas is false alarms They don’t mean no fucking harm Hey baby let’s make a part Pomp pomp, devil horns You know that I ain’t got no ceilings The money change me, I’m making chamillions Only God can judge me, can’t appeal it In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit – amen And to them never back boys, it’s a cheap thing I got the street sweeper, do you need your street clean? Young Money bitch we called it in the sky team Red theme, if you scared – motherfucker go to church Preach, security breach I’m on that grass, all of them cliques I’m on that gas and y’all know me Nigga my cash out of your reach I rush it like the reverend She get on her knees and pray to this dick Then swallow all of them blessings Church – it’s just out way of life I bought my mama a crib, bought my daddy a car Let them ball for me too Now they think I’m a star Damn I love this life, wouldn’t trade it for nothin’ Most these rappers is fallen cuz they ain’t standin’ for nothin’ I smoke that loud so I don’t hear haters talkin’ Plus these bitches be stalkin’, tryna look for a fortune Yea, you shout we say church When that pussy approaches Got a bitch so bad, she make a player get nervous Now how good ain’t good enough And my hood hood as fuck I be prayin’ for them Shawties tryna get their dollars up Swag so dope, you probly think I’m dealin’ And I only give head if baby girl swallow children You ain’t got a ghost but bitches still catch the Holy Ghost She wanna get high, I hit her with that overdose Pimp was so cold, put that on my overcoat Only ride foreign, we don’t do hundred spokes You broke niggas talk, that’s a hundred jokes Laughin’ at the fuck boys Skate gear, I’m a truck boy My truck’s rent, I don’t give a fuck boy From Letras Mania