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Umm They say we smoke, we gon' smoke You say we gon' drink ,we gon' drink You say you want drugs, we want drugs We don't give a fuck what you think Big (?) parked in my driveway Hangin' out that motherfucker sideways Residue in my fingernail, make every day like Friday This how we do it on the southside Bumpin' Trapaveli on the car ride Bad booty shots got you lopsided I buy a new car if my car die Solid gold Jesus, two of 'em Backseat I'ma call Futon Ride around in motherfucker uwop Like who-a-who-a-who-a-who-a Bought a bad bitch, I got a crew of 'em It's fuck fur coats, I got a zoo of 'em It's thug life, niggas I don't fool with 'em I don't care if I went to school with 'em Come out that thing like yee Everybody with me, nigga D Everybody with me, nigga D Everybody with me nigga eat Black ink all on my body Letras de cancionesI pray a body don't get on my shotty I pray nobody don't get in my way nigga A to the motherfuckin' K nigga Start spittin' lyrical bullets Don't be surprised if I pull it Don't be surprised if I shoot it We the type to pick on a bully We the type to ride in foreigns We the type to ride of Forgis Pinky ring look like a smoothie Flame goin' up on a Tuesday You on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? Big thing parked in the driveway Squad hotter than Zimbabwe IPhone got a nigga irate Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye Got AK bullets with your name on 'em Powder on my hands, King James on 'em I walk around this bitch with my chest out Yeah nigga bout to go Ving Rhames on 'em Man look at who I done became on 'em Niggas look who and I went switch lanes on 'em All my niggas brainless, need brain donors We movin' birds, gettin' birds, shit stains on 'em Man fuck these niggas, I don't know these niggas From Jumpstreet it's been M-O-B nigga It's M-O-B since my D-O-B nigga And since my D-O-B I've been on my J-O-B nigga I shoot a nigga ass like Ginobili nigga I kick a nigga ass like Shinobi nigga I give your bitch dick like Moby nigga She know the words to my songs, karaoke winner Smokey Robinson couldn't out smoke me nigga I'm on her cheese like anchovies nigga I get a kilo and keep it lowkey nigga Cause you on that bullshit and you nosy nigga You on that bullshit ain't ya? I'm back on my bullshit, gangster I'm back up to full strength, gangster Pat-pat at the pulpit, gangster, amen And I still root for the underdog And you the pile of shit under the underdog These niggas ain't eatin' like a Ramadan I shoot the driver in the head, make 'em honk the horn I got the 100's big faces like the mongoloid I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid Got big booty bitches in their under-alls And they pussy gettin' wetter than a thunderstorm And I swear when I'm in them panty hose I'm like a kid in the candy store But I got this bright red bandana though Flingin' it like I'm a matador You on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? Yeah, yup, yeah, yup Yeah, yup, yeah, yup Yeah, yup, yeah, yup (It's Tunechi and 2 Chainz and we on that bullshit It's 2 Chainz and Tunechi and we back on our bullshit) Yeah, yup, yeah, yup (We gon' handle that bullshit We gon' deal with that bullshit So come on with that bullshit Cause we back, we back on our bullshit You on that bullshit ain't you? You on that bullshit ain't you? I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit I'm back up to full strength Pat-pat-pat, amen Yes Lord, we back on that bullshit Hollygrove) From Letras Mania