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Yeah Yeah nigga tell a friend, bitch Money over bitches while the world still spinning Yeah, forever terminating trash Middle fingers to the peers, this is therminating blacks, fuck 'em. Lord Benton i'm moving expensive lettuce Fuck my slave name, i'm switching it to a emblem I never trust the system investin' in private prisons As long as i'm breathing i'm probably the live that's livin' Name a nigga' iller than me, i'll wait They ain't fucking with the god, how, Sway? Fuck these labels i bet i leave with my masters Black lives never matter as long as i'm eating rappers Rest in pissed, i never honour you chumps These nigga's swagger jagger, i trust my money in trunks Click, click, blaow Put you niggas in a permenant slump Never smell no wierd odors when i'm burning a blunt Yeah, they be like "Mr.Benton you quite odd." Atheist, i never pray for no white god No disrespect for my white folks But they be like "We want that old Jarren, The psycho." Since my nigga died, i ain't been the same Fuck the schizo, pussy nigga, come feel this pain I got family in Flint, Michigan These motherfuckers poison the water to get rid of them Letras de cancionesA couple bucks will make your life switch I don't trust the government, my wife know my side bitch Yeah, a nigga crying for help A taste for suicide i hang with designer belts Yeah, god bless america, if it ain't your own then the pigs gon' come and bury ya niggas *Right hand over my strap. my country sits on bigger things. sweet land of living* Complain about bullshit while niggas do fed' time Some niggas that got clipped got nothing but bed time You voted for Donald Trump, your vote was a hatecrime The world looking Strange, dawg, i ride with a Tech Nine I'm coming with the facts involved, taxin' y'all, so call me when the straps involved Talkin trash, pat the party with the action, dawg. Fo' fo' ways kids like they jackin' off Swear a nigga wanted to flip, i was nice with basketball still a wanted a prick Got the brand new fives, still i want me a six Like a nigga got a wife and still i want me yo bitch Sold crack on the corner and back to back with them foreigners I put my mind to it and got it right off the tour Still they pull me over like, "What the fuck is you doing?" [?] What drug is you movin' Dang man, i want these niggas dead Put his arms to his head, he be Mr.Potato head. A nigga been feared, but never fuck with the feds We killin' everything, i hope you niggas prepared On a lighter note, Niggas still coming with the fire, though Burnin' up the trees getting higher than Mariah Notes Mink coat killa' with the drug deala' Sum it all up, fuck a fuck nigga From Letras Mania