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Boy my fucking watch cost a brick And my foreign car, the x6 Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits Point this pistol at his stomach , blow it nigga shit Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits We popping shells, it (?) his eye (?) Got some (?) that tote choppas and shit Knock knock at my door, im at the peep hole like who is this? What you need a fucking six pack ? Knocking on my door, is you with the damn feds ? What you need a fucking 10 pack ? Give me a hundred, pussy you can get that You say fuck glo out your mouth we push your fucking wig back We got pistols in the club, fuck security we slipped that I flow so hard, it made bullet proof shit crack (?) so busy im the motherfucking shiznat Im rolling in that (?), that (?) All these hoes wanna give a kiss Im smoking on that piss sack It smell like a i just gone done taking a piss You smoking on that shit pack And it smell like you just got done taking a shit Imma customize a sigmac Cause you ain't never seen that shit She suck my dick and i gave that bitch a tic-tac Letras de cancionesThen told that ho to get the fuck out my shit They come through gates, now we coming in the back Catch yo ass by me we kill you in with that Dear Mr your honor I ain't (?) it yet Im just getting money I'm all in with that HE should've could've would've he boy you couldn't shit It back from the dead 2, im zombing bitch Boy my fucking watch cost a brick And my foreign car, the x6 Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits Point this pistol at his stomach , blow it nigga shit Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits We popping shells, it (?) his eye (?) Got some (?) that tote choppas and shit Knock knock at my door, im at the peep hole like who is this? Pull off coming back, turn you into a running back Pull up in Jersey, maybe in Burgens nigga, slump yo ass Im off the henny, and the pespis, the x, and all the thraxs In the flesh, pull up leave a nigga flesh Leave a nigga on his back, he shoulve fucking had his backup Bullets gave him a disease, now this pussy need a fucking checkup Bullets gave his ass hiccups, you want war nigga get up On my auntie I paint pictures nigga, Ibang nigga Boy my fucking watch cost a brick And my foreign car, the x6 Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits Point this pistol at his stomach , blow it nigga shit Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits We popping shells, it (?) his eye (?) Got some (?) that tote choppas and shit Knock knock at my door, im at the peep hole like who is this? From Letras Mania