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My room is full of that smoke I'm fucking high, delusional Let the motherfucking gun bust, South side In the color of my rag I trust, rush Hand 'em these for the fuck of it I smoke weed for the fuck of it Tonight getting high Then I might be focused on my hustling Two bad bitches that I just met Too bad bitch's got a husband Sucios' life, trust me, I give them love, nothing I'm from the rugged 'ass streets Where motherfuckers die when the going gets me 45 on the waist, bandana on the face, robbery Sucios with that mob life, Sucios with that mob life Rolling blunts, load the guns My enemies, it's on sight That bang, bang, bang, Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Turn off the lights, load 'em up Load 'em up This once for the copper, Escobar and that Pablo Letras de cancionesMusic for them D boys, musica for them narcos Dollar bills, dollar bills, the king so sick I need to pop a pill Success feels good, I tell you how I feel Baby, guns come to money in a power will Too deep in ', you too abused, can you count a mill? And another mill, I need a hundred more My bitch counting money, we could flood the floor I need blood so I went hit the store Called them to the beat, said I needed some more A 1 8 to the 714 Sucios with that mob life Sucios with that mob life, Sucios with that mob life Rolling blunts, load the guns My enemies, it's on sight That bang, bang, bang, Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Turn off the lights, load 'em up Load 'em up Sucios with that mob life, Sucios with that mob life Rolling blunts, load the guns My enemies, it's on sight From Letras Mania