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600 bitches laid up My ego can't be deflated I'm laid up with the crazy bitch I even get evicted in the church I like to pop puss And now my role comes and baby girl I'm gonna make you twerk,go to work No cap'n saving money no cap'n Kirk Hot boy fiending on the Lala land turf Who wanna get murked 'cause I'm turned and you burped Gang Gang on your shirt wing wing on your face smirk And certify murda God do it for the terf My uncle Pac Man soul lifting out my verse This bogus boy by blood I ain't talking 'bout rap shit Active, anything let the mac spit On my pro black shit but it's no passes accept it If you want it push your shit back, kid Like a constipated toddler I'm whooping on your ass Now my pop book on your father My brother out cold I'm the star Living stud that's my brother Sonny Capone I got your focus regardless View dead meat and my rap meat market Ill hip and talking MC's I snipe out the martian Letras de cancionesWhen the time the gun click one shot argent LA to Austin , New York and You ain't on the road 'cause you ain't that important That's for all my haters I for grip and go and build a time machine Until your mama abortion a real G I mean nigga LA king I'm on the scene bitches PBG A real nigga LA king I'm on the scene nigga PBG You better duck when you see me Terrorist putting niggas in the dirt Pussy on the truck I make that bitch just go to work, go to work From Letras Mania