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(Hook: Chief Keef) I got hard tips falling on these bitches I get all they numbers, I don’t call these bitches No patience for they life, just kiss my wallet bitches Niggas don’t know us, we never saw these niggas (Verse: Gucci Mane) I got a bitch I send on runs, I put the book back in my Benz Got her f’in with the seatbelt strapped on it cuz it’s my friend Breakin bricks down in my tent, I got bills stacked to my chin Dime of jewels cost that nigga a nail, watch yo boy cut off a limb Look at me then look at him Hard top Bentley, Bentley rim Fuck 2 sisters with the cream And I drop topped off, I broke the rims Back to back, bitch call them twins Got a hard top X and a drop top M Call my iceberg slim, can’t f**k with him 2K on weed, yea that’s a bill 5K on lean, I’m leanin now Drunk to a whole price, I’mma drink it down Your girlfriend’s a semen demon Big Gwap she screamin out Drop top Rari showing cleavage I’m on Cleveland – call it believing Knock yo bitch til I leave no reason Letras de cancionesTake my bitch and call it even (Hook: Chief Keef) I got hard tips falling on these bitches I get all they numbers, I don’t call these bitches No patience for they life, just kiss my wallet bitches Niggas don’t know us, we never saw these niggas You can hold this 30 up this 40 nigga You die, you hit, just 40 stress some Shawty nigga We don’t trust these bitches or these niggas Big face Rollie 40, point us nigga (Verse: OJ Da Juiceman) Nigga tried to knock me out But these niggas extra salt How in the hell you just start robbin? Come and try to test a boss Play the hand that I was dealt 40 make you pay the mill I don’t send no niggas dawg, I do that shit by myself Co-defendant that’s a no Play how that shit flyin cold One thing bout yo jukebox nigga, spray the pu**y like a score Since you pussy I’mma send these hollow tips down yo throat Killa killa, murda murda Flip that nigga like a burger I don’t shoot for legs, so you know ain’t no tip in murder And young Juiceman they were fine, made me put you on the murder Smoke you like a cancer stick Make yo mama dimmelon er Talkin all that tough talk But yo a** know you baloney Wanna go to war? Make the Gatling talking like I’m Tony (Hook: Chief Keef) I got hard tips falling on these bitches I get all they numbers, I don’t call these bitches No patience for they life, just kiss my wallet bitches Niggas don’t know us, we never saw these niggas You can hold this 30 up this 40 nigga You die, you hit, just 40 stress some Shawty nigga We don’t trust these bitches or these niggas Big face Rollie 40, point us nigga From Letras Mania