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Sensei, I be doing karate Money like I was illuminati I'll come get the back end, just send the deposit Bad little bitch, I just bought her a Bally They let me in with the strap in the party My young niggas, they be going retarded Glock with the 30, I keep me a Carbon Ride with the stick and already got bodies Chop up the work, I divide it Rich nigga trap out the Mazi Fly as a bitch, I'm the pilot If that's your hoe, well, I'm inside it Money only thing that get me excited Beat up the pot, Mike Tyson They with the shooters, already got bodies Omertà, killers really move in silence Adding up math, cooking up science I'm trapping all day, I don't know she was grinding They know I'm Black 'cause these African diamonds Fuck all that fighting, get slapped with that iron Trapping them bags and selling those dimes Pablo the plug, I can give you a fine That rollie let me know that money is time Bought her an ass and some titties, she was fine Pour up that raw Hitech, I don't drink wine Letras de cancionesOne shot, turn a nigga to a stop sign Hot boy, I got bodies on my Glock nine Walk around with a chopper like a Rottweiler Like I'm in L.A., one button by my collar [?] shoot before you [?] Smoke a nigga, call me Bob Marley Chop up the body and put in the foreign Sensei, I be doing karate Money like I was illuminati I'll come get the back end, just send the deposit Bad little bitch, I just bought her a Bally They let me in with the strap in the party My young niggas, they be going retarded Glock with the 30, I keep me a Carbon Ride with the stick and already got bodies Chop up the work, I divide it Rich nigga trap out the Mazi Fly as a bitch, I'm the pilot If that's your hoe, well, I'm inside it Money only thing that get me excited Beat up the pot, Mike Tyson They with the shooters, already got bodies Omertà, killers really move in silence Fuck up his blunt when I spray with that iron I just spent a bag and I ain't never shop online Shooting shit up, posted up on the front line You're a pussy nigga if you don't shoot for your kind Fuck niggas ain't one of my kind I know one on the block put in the time High school, young niggas serving at lunch lines I got a junkie, he'll snake you for one line [?] niggas getting shot over punchlines Trapping the [?] shot in the summertime It's a MONY set, I'ma tell your ass one time Posted with dirty sticks, ducking one time Hung around junkies, they beating like Drumline Hundred niggas throwing gang signs Nigga want beef, must've lost his mind We shoot up the party and everybody fall in line Sensei, I be doing karate Money like I was illuminati I'll come get the back end, just send the deposit Bad little bitch, I just bought her a Bally They let me in with the strap in the party My young niggas, they be going retarded Glock with the 30, I keep me a Carbon Ride with the stick and already got bodies Chop up the work, I divide it Rich nigga trap out the Mazi Fly as a bitch, I'm the pilot If that's your hoe, well, I'm inside it Money only thing that get me excited Beat up the pot, Mike Tyson They with the shooters, already got bodies Omertà, killers really move in silence From Letras Mania