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Featuring Gunplay & A$AP Ferg I’m rappin like be one day, on that track with Gunplay Outkast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre Beef is on my entrée, Jim & Juice, that’s Bombay Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one way Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday My new crib came with a fenshuey in my closets like a runway Come be my fiancée, she fuck me in a Hondey My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe Finna date for 1K, shopping date for 2K Hoopty ass bitch, made me wait to fuck for 2 days Finally got the toobey, swear to God my mood changed Top off like toupees, drive off, touché Yea my mouth is full of gold and I’m a city boy And my outfit was in Vogue, I’m a pretty boy Bounce what? Flocka tell em holla at a nigga G Riding on Miami mix, here’s my ghetto symphony Rippin, with me, my mama as a witness Bitches knickin and lockin up my swishas Once you blow my whistle, she know it’s the swistles Spread the news, I’m official, now hop out my foreign vessel Before I get aggressive, forget it, war ready Already tested, tears and blood invested Til my cardiac’s arrested and my 40 ounces empty Letras de cancionesShow me what you owe me and appoint a house with that Black magic on the ties, only I Rolling down a lonely mile, phony smile One, police on me, still torn And my chain and my stony dow cheerful Pain, in its purest form Don’t complain, I came to reign From here forth, still lord So the crib got cleared for us Burning planes in my airforce And all I can see is clear porch Since Rocky spit like Andre I’m gon kill it like Big Boi These rappers is on my entrée, You don’t like cookies, chips your heart Eatin joy when I get annoyed, no cover niggas that I kill for joy Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid Money get style, my lil fishin boy Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a nigga Like codein mixed with a Roy Smoke what make a nigga trip collide What took me how fast, you could grip a 9 Damn, nigga I doubt they tell this my heart And the motherfuckers come in to cry You niggas have a sour dipped in wine Guess that’s when a girl sip the white Pourin liq so I soak in different shine Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky My show get cold, all my niggas died So and so, niggas live and die Beneath choose souls you will reside Rappers getting nailed for this freakin life Tryina come with this for their freakin lives How many time your eyes and a nigga died? Never! Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga From Letras Mania