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(feat. Nesby Phips) [Curren$y] Ray Leather on my Hoosiers Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin' fruit loops Homie who yo hero, who taught you yo moves Zzzzz's in my limo, woke up in my hotel room Hoe's jus followin' they noses, to my door its no joke momma jus roll this You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight You gone get yo turn, on the doobie bitch jus wait No beginner luck, comin' from me this is jus fate becuz I had fate certain I can make it shake, like turbulence sweet sugar babies all sleepin' in my nursery Walkin', suckas go to shufflin', nervously wont stop til I reside at the top permanently Twenty-One joints burnin' for me [Hook] And if you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel But you can lay back, let yo paper stack Instead of going into overkill, pay yo fuckin' beeper bill bitch Letras de canciones[Nesbey Phips] This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet I guess it is hah?, cuz I'm in first class makin' beats Sippin cranberry, no liquor deboard the plane, hoe's stop me for a picture, I ain't trippin' even tho I'm a fall back nigga but that's how it is, when yo crew on buzz people do show love fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud but leave them blunts in yo car, cuz we don't do those cuz thats a mean pair of kicks, kudos love now she, cookin' me breakfast after lustin' me for dinner figure she won't lose cuz she fuckin' wit a winner I told her game over to reset press enter [Hook] [Curren$y] Mission Impossible completed obstacles are obstacle illusions, we don't really see 'em They put rules in place cuz y'all need 'em Some people are like sheep I got no mercy for the weak especially when niggas next to me, ain't ready to eat I put 'em in position to get them, I'm gettin' me Louisana traveler twistband lookin for my music, is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand kawasaki ninja on the kickstand any minute I'm Audi Like 4 rings, true and engineering ya got me Bitches longin' to be by me Hypnotic karate Talk that dress right off of her body She so wet, she soggy From these verbal massages, highed up Astrologist, smokin' wit yo goddesses Swore that I would do all of this [Hook] From Letras Mania