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Created a monster. Wuddup sky? Won’t be the hustler that is Yo beeks, my lyrics Do we smoke baby? I mean we in form right now What should I do? Yo! I put that weed in the air It get my mojo flowin’ Lookin’ clean in this purple label, no logo showin’ Flee the new night by, still wait my dope keep growin’ Shorty comin’ off the air, I tell that ho keep blowin’ Look niggas in my hood still sellin’ coke out of plastic The weed too strong, we blow the smoke out in passes Arm hanging out the window flickin’ the ashes We got guns in the closets, we got bricks in the stashes Every day I’m hustlin’ but don’t you call me Griffy This is kinda fraudulous so don’t you stall it sticky Game tight, I can make a whole team cough up vickies Quicker than she put em on, think I poke her off of Micky Turn me up loud, gotta make my momma proud Check out the shoes, they off the back of a crocodile Cool as a fan (fan), clean as a whistle (whistle) Ridin’ dirty through the hoes, the weed and the pistols You know the routine when they get hoy on the block Letras de cancionesCops been out here all day, somebody got shot I just stay here in the kitchen and lock up the pots Cuz you ain’t do me no favor with the hots in the cut I need a bigger car, I need a bigger house When it get cold up north gon fly my nigga south I need that money to keep to keep flowin’ in big amounts Every day mathematics, the problem never figured out I just keep addin’ up, them dollars keep addin’ up Catch me on the ave with the homies and we hammered up Van dammit up, gettin’ that cabbage up Extended the Glocks, put the commanders up Guerilla warfare and I saw here When I talk got the 4-5 in the mall clear Summer time, got the mac under the lawn chair Point blank we go hard, we do this all year From Letras Mania