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Gawvi, get 'em I feel like Usain in the cheetah print Talk fresh game, I don't need a mint RIP the game, shh, I need a minute Ok, let's proceed with it I'm in the house, gotta be with it These bozos always sneak dissin' They takin' shots, I'm Hakeem with it Like no, no, this league business Who you really know? I've been movin' under oath Yeah, my connect is way up I don't keep it on the low So tell my fam I'll be ok I sleep right where that reaper play Even if I DOA I wake up and I see glory 'Scuse my French, s'il vous plait Ain't no bench, we don't play You might catch me on the "A" End the verse like Salt Bae, aye League 'Bout to be some havoc like it's Mobb Deep Vrrrm, 'bout to hit the top speed Uh, ayo Gawvi when you drop the beat Letras de cancionesMake sure you wish 'em God speed In my bag, yeah, I don't play Way too much to navigate, you know my ways You come test me, bet that tomb is empty Know you can't offend me, talk that trash, my crew is hefty KB, KB, KB you so FLA, yes I just let that Son shine, every word I state, yeah Who that, who that, who that? That's that HGA Kingdom on my lips, that's hallowed be thy name, yeah Too much sauce, so Frito all on my bars Every Latino, my sauce Sazon with that pollo, frita loco My dog's from New York, Haiti, global, South the coast All around the world support Jesus, yes, that's all we want God speed! 'Bout to be some havoc like it's Mobb Deep Vrrrm, 'bout to hit the top speed Uh, ayo Gawvi when you drop the beat Make sure you wish 'em God speed From Letras Mania