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Ear Drummers Mike WiLL Made-It Ayy, tell 'em this shit for dope boys only Mike WiLL Made-It You got it locked You on the block with that work You strapped up That .45 right under your shirt Your mama tweakin' She tellin' you to go to church (church) You noddin' off 'Cause you been sippin' on that syrup You been payin' killers Painkillers, you been poppin' You them same niggas Who was wreckin' shit and robbin' Pocket full of money That shit hangin' out your Robbins Chopper or the carbon, you been killin' shit for hobby You a cold nigga You on that fuck them old niggas (fuck 'em) You went smashed on the OG and you went and told niggas If you owed niggas (what?) Chop it up 'cause you ain't payin' (pull up) Pull up and you're sprayin', let 'em know you ain't playin' Letras de cancionesYou with young niggas Na na na One twenty in my mama's room (mama's room) We was breakin' down dope in the livin' room (in the livin' room) Big bruh shootin' dice in the other room (in the other room) I knew I'd be thuggin', na na na Lot of guns in the other room, na (na na na) In a kitchen with a fork and spoon, na (na na na) Dope in the attic, we ran out of room, na (na na na) Look at me na na (ooh, na na na) I'm straight out of Memphis I really got it out the mud And my raps real I really got it off the drugs On that Plies shit I really ran off on the plug Didn't want to be a rapper, I just wanted to be a thug Look at God work This hard work from all work (work) I'm a superstar but I was a dope boy first Got a stupid car but buy my mama one first Bought a stupid watch but made my partner's bond first One thing about it (what?) Ain't fucked about no bitch nigga, that hoe out of pocket (pocket) Think I'ma cut my wrist nigga if I fucked up (never, fucked up) I'ma go hit a lick nigga (I am) Then get my ass in 'cause I'm with the shits nigga Na na na One twenty in my mama's room (mama's room) We was breakin' down dope in the livin' room (in the livin' room) Big bruh shootin' dice in the other room (in the other room) I knew I'd be thuggin', na na na Lot of guns in the other room, na (na na na) In a kitchen with a fork and spoon, na (na na na) Dope in the attic, we ran out of room, na (na na na) Na na na, look at me na na (na na na) Look at me na na Look at me na na From Letras Mania