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[Gunplay] I'm on that good kush and achohol Bitch I think I'm Al Capone I do what the fuck I want You do what the fuck you told You a house nigga, I house niggas You play cool ball, I foul niggas This for all them trill niggas, no deal niggas Just getting it in the field niggas Them real niggas I vouch for They can call me at my house nigga 2 freaks in my louis sheet Keep a couple of racks in these levis jeans Cuban bitch I got a Cuban plug Boy Cuban links to be Cuban drugs with models That's where we use to count up all them dollars Que passa, my choppa always keep a raider wobble [DJ] You see my nigga young Bree, he really get that He really talk that, he really live that If it's triple c, mmg, download the djs I bout to bring home my nigga gunplay right now Build a bird, it's a Medelline thing nigga Oh get ready for that, my nigga gunplay Step to that with a mic Letras de canciones [Gunplay] My horoscope, like a horror show My worse fear, palms under oath And pistols jamming Or catching something from your dirty mammy Observe the damage after popping 30 zannies Niggas green and everything between I keep 'em arms lenght just like this beam Beam beam no witness to recite the scene Just a hollow empty magazine So sad it seems, talking shit whats that about Acting like Imma lose my title bout I live what I write about Bullshit, that's what all my homies died about Full clip, new stick I'm bout to try it out [Dj] Stop that you know my nigga gunplay You know every word he say is true Ain't no denying that, ain't no doubting that It's Carol City Cartel, from MIA all the way to the BX Special at PSP, UFO, oh you know how I bring it Long as my bitches love me You fuck niggas don't pay me I don't give a fuck about no haters Too busy counting this paper Long as my bitches love me I don't give a fuck bout how yall fell These niggas ain't never been real None of yall niggas gon' pay my bills 7 figures, 6 Rovers time to foreslosure 3 choppers 200 loaded One aim, one motive Take yours get mine right, in the jungle you eat what you kill I put you in the suit like prom night Just to get another seat for a meal My nerves bad so I smoke good My bitch bad but she fuck great My benz new, my chevy old Pull that engine my 7 thray Top down so you see my clear Part face in my Audemeer Pardon that I meant Audemar Might order more with Ross on the leer Double m what you know aboout that On Rodeo what you know about racks Louis 13 what you know about yack 30 for the watch so you know I'm strapped But that's a given, trying to dodge prison J O B just over broke 40 k a month now that's a living From Letras Mania