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RBE, SOB that's the gang bitch Aye, yeah, yeeaah yeah First things first shooter with me and he clutchin' Air this bitch out ain't got time for discussions Switch whips then go chill with my bitch like its nothin' But you would never know when you fuckin' with them suckas Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey She tell me that she love me that's a mothafuckin' shame Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' range But you ain't gotta pay it when you snatch it from a lame Can someone please tell me why they hate us so bad? Why these niggas so mad? Probably cause yo bitch want an sob nigga Cause she tired of yo ass And I'm still with the same niggas I was raised with Strictly only brothers, we be strictly on some gang shit And that's why Bitch I'm too anti I can't trust these hoes So don't ask me why can I Cause she only want a nigga cause I'm on nigga Can somebody please tell me if I'm wrong nigga Buffed up like a strong nigga 12 years old was bustin' moves like a grown nigga Letras de cancionesYou got the right nigga, but The wrong nigga Feds on the line girl I can't be on the phone with you If you ain't a loyal bitch can't get along with you If you a broke nigga I can't smoke no strong with you I don't send goodmoring texts I'm the nigga who receive them These hoes ain't shit Ima dog 'em then I leave them Cut a bitch off You the nigga tryna keep 'em Prescriptions through the buffs Fuck niggas I don't see 'em Aye, and what these lil niggas mad fo'? How they feelin' froggy but ain't leap Must be tadpoles Keep a big clip, this bitch longer than a afro I'm married to that cash Fuck a bitch I'm a asshole Black nigga with the mac like Bernie Bro got the 30' he'a shoot like curry Tense on the buffs Mothafuckas get blurry And niggas talkin' down lol I ain't worried If it ain't money I ain't pickin' up my telephone And how these niggas real? They get to run around and tell on hoes White frames see through fake like a telescope These bulls come into a nigga life like it's Periscope Gang First things first shooter with me and he clutchin' Air this bitch out ain't got time for discussions Switch whips then go chill with my bitch like its nothin' But you would never know when you fuckin' with them suckas Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey She tell me that she love me that's a mothafuckin' shame Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' range But you ain't gotta pay it when you snatch it from a lame George got the chop Make you lean like a bo' sippa T.O got the stock 20' 5 shots fo' 4 niggas Knew what these streets was When a nigga dove in 'em See you broke hoes a mile away I got hoe vision Was shootin' at the ground Tryna have a nigga toe missin' I'm up top with it Tryna have a nigga dome missin' And if yo bitch slide She get all head, no kissin' Thinkin' ima cuff lol bro this hoe trippin' Pause bitch, ima mothafuckin' dog bitch And I stay strapped like I never gon' raw bitch Y'all can have a million guns Still ain't goin' spark shit Gang full of demons Ain't no nigga finna cross shit Bro's turned to fake niggas Swear I hate snake niggas Seen true colors So this 40' have to paint niggas 7.62's for you suckas and who hang with 'em SOB bitch, if I'm fuckin' then the gang hittin' Bitch First things first shooter with me and he clutchin' Air this bitch out ain't got time for discussions Switch whips then go chill with my bitch like its nothin' But you would never know when you fuckin' with them suckas Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey She tell me that she love me that's a mothafuckin' shame Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' range But you ain't gotta pay it when you snatch it from a lame From Letras Mania