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Real nigga play the feel with the long 40 Gave the cold like a pimp, dress all gordy Jumping out of a gold 6 40, this is his story Bitch I'm in it for the chips and the glory Listeners adore me, fly hoes kneel before me You're not fit to put your hand on a movie You're rich but you're still corny My crib's hit bottom rock cory I'm up 25 stories, tied and get the shooters know the resume Rest chevrolet ak, no pepper spray, Your shades shoot through the picture like an x ray Collect the pay where the meds play, The chain hang by the chest play ignorant shit Quarter million on the wrist, throw you in the water with the fish Paint the town let the cape hang round, dip the J Run the hood, dictate, how my dick taste, great Squish grapes, move at a swift pace, get cake They in between break the template, like an afe The blade hit the free base, treat the brick like an inmate face Run the brake like gave a win game get your shit straight Squeeze to 15th like a big snake, fixate Nice lips for a dick slave, bang, brain hang like a dingalang Bring the banger, every day's like a cliff hanger Tip the waiter, progress like ice skater Knife, late night, dice saker, meet the maker, Price, like paper, type slice pause I'm a baker Letras de cancionesPolite nature, the waves with the light taker 45, that's a life changer I swore oath on a chandelier, as inside the air on his throne He turned his head, I shot him dead, don't you know If I survive, I ain't never coming back, I shot the king, I shot the king Yo, hit em up, jump in the truck, play the card, kicked up My bass gator got scraped up, lace us up, from legit to corrupt Lift the cup, your feet go up, at the key club Keep the snob, sleep snob Release slugs while my lady bug steam in the tub Give me some guns and a mean plug, the team grub Twisted green trup for the whole dub Put on the gloves because, cut drugs, with the thugs Before I had peace fuss moving on your turf with the good work, silk shirt Low quill get killed, lift in fuck niggas kill, blood spilled Hit the note left covered in filth Get dead with the pistol concealed in the pin field Spin your top like a pinguil Sit still nigga chill with a bitch like miss brazil Used to feel like a young warren hill Cut the body at the saw mill, every song is a will My life's on film, I write what I feel Did my time in the phil, my mom full of diamonds is fill Sniff the fish in the criss bill It's the real, swiff with the steel Hindu gil with the pill I shoot girl from the feel? Never miss, never will, Click your heels, it's a deal Quick get your wig peeled You got fucked, how the dick feel? From Letras Mania