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Tryna get to heaven's gates When I go Moroc they treat me like I'm Kevin Gates They like if you so skinny why the fuck you selling weight Fuck the feds in the station when I get bored I meditate (Woo) Then I'm in the booth, getting high with seven eighths Blowing on the ammi but I like lemon taste Then I'm in the hood, chilling with eleven apes If they bang you in your face, it will change your melons shape Ay listen Just for you baby I can slow it right down You don't have to say nothing I just like your wide smile Listen just for you baby I can slow it right down You don't have to say nothing I just like your wide smile My brother's roll with big dottys so put away your flick shanks I've always rated Paigey Cakey always rated Ms Banks Always been a wavy baby but I let my stick bang Came in with the crazy hazy and you know my shit stank I just put my fear in god and I don't know no big bang Bruddas think they're balling they ain't balling like they big ants Bruddas thought Mill is slipping but he had his big Rambs And he keeps the dotty at a thotty's he's a sick man All of our sticks bang, none of our sticks jam And you know them pricks ran, they ain't really brixton None of our sticks jam, all of our sticks bang And you know them pricks ran, they ain't really brixton I could never be an icon fam (That's dirty) Bruddas know my nine don't jam Letras de cancionesI'll shout a brother up like a ni-kon cam (That's dirty) Hella angry cos his line don't bang Like listen little brother I was down and out and broke as well I was tryna find belief, no one had no hope for sale So I hit the streets with heat, slinged a bit of coca I ain't talking about the cola and then we whipped into yola Hold on! From Letras Mania