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Yo, that OG got me leanington When the back of your shoe's fucked Two puffs, I blew up Smurf in a hot air balloon, bruh Ethan Hunt, balls, crews, nuts Internet badboys tooled up I heard man Packard Bells in that Mac That's a big kick when it boots up Who's tough? You're mumbling, that's the new stuff Too much codeine in your juice, bruv I need sheet, flame, Ku Klux Ego gonna get bruised up These bars made my throat too rough Somebody better grab me an orange soda The way man's screwing the tune up Was a young boy with a bad temper With the mandem in an old Vectra Moving haunted, testing straps on Duvali New Year's, fifth of November I don't remember any of these MCs out there Or shit bars they were spraying These man go nine and a half with their bars I go ten out here, I'm just saying Done with the playing, nah, done with the charming Wait, let's start the barring Letras de cancionesI'll leave a man six foot under Coughing, Big Narstie laughing Them AJ arms that clarted Martin Versus the arms of Cartman This little lightie nigga Leaves you little actors needing half a casket I stepped in the room and I left it cloudy Keep them dead eight-balls from round me I used to hold grub in the cooker Few Os on the grill, that's an Audi Sick with this shit, don't doubt me Come out the room if you can't smoke loudly I influenced so many MCs So many MCs ain't nuttin' like me You know them ones? Man wanna try it with the flow and get bun Grew up in the game like Zelda Walking around silos with a golden guy P Money said "Tex, show them something" Titch said "they're food, you know they're mutton" Yeah, you got a wave, but that wave ain't like our one Where's your shoulder mutton? Wait Hold on I was a kid in the hood, so I know the trouble A man tried tell me I needed church I need a rev, I said I hold the throttle One sixteen leave your soul above you Pension love, man owed a couple Fuckboys get tucked in just like that shirt When a man try show the buckle Wait, hold on I throw the knuckle Extend that from my shoulder muscle Sugar [?] shit goes from light to dark That's a cola bottle KOs, Reece ain't known for tussles Blacks got a pack, might roll a couple Yeah, I'm a cocky shit All you're gonna hear is cheek, I might grow the stubble These cold bars make my chest freeze They see MCs, I see red meat I go hard with it, they go halves with it They got no bars, that's a dead sheep's You've got a big mouth, yeah, the head's peak I'm gon' sit down, let her bless me Boom bam and it's jetski Then it's Jeffery, clean the mess, please What the fuck you saying? Fuck the bacon Bad attitude when feds speak TX, I made T-rex Yep, Jurassic Park, camo, red Jeeps What you saying? What, that's your wifey? That's your Mrs? Your best B? With the Stewie head? With the Brian voice? With the Peter chin? With the Meg beat? Dead From Letras Mania