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Bear on the beat Once upon a time, I was broke, but I’m rich now Used to travel with my legs, I got whips now Chain cost a dub, I’m a lick now But it cost to get to me, I’m a trick now Ain’t no dick for the free, I ain’t a mixtape Four-five got kick, it’s a sensei If I gotta take a chance, I’ma risk take And if the bitch get cut, I’m a band-aid Let me beat it up, like it’s Rodney King And if I don’t fuck with blue, then it’s probably jeans And if I only hit it once, then you probably fiend You be dreamin’ ‘bout that shit, like you Dr. King I’ll let this Glock spit, like the llama said T.O. it’s only three of me, that’s what them commas said “Stay on these niggas throat”, what my momma said Nigga you don’t want smoke, like the doctor said If I gotta make a choice, I won’t pick it If that shit ain’t fire, I won’t hit it If you talkin’ out your mouth, I won’t listen But if it’s bout the bag, I’ma give you all attention I hope you a swimmer, when you swimmin’ with the fishes I know you a giver, how you spend it on them bitches I just want the facts, you be givin’ your opinions Let the blind lead the blind, ‘cause you do not got a vision Letras de cancionesTwo routes for a nigga, either dead or in prision Unless you make your own, ain’t no way up out them trenches Gotta keep your mouth closed, keep your eyes open I be smilin’ while I’m shootin’, but I’m not jokin’ And my mind on the meal, how I’m not focused? And this Glock ain’t concealed, ‘cause the Glock pokin’ And my loaf too big, I can not fold it And if the back too good, I can not hold it Like a light skinned, thick bitch, wit her hair tied Nigga this ain’t twitter in them streets, you ain’t verified Nigga we be slidin’ when it’s beef, ain’t no scary guy Nigga with this Glock I’m a creep, and I’m a married guy I ain’t playin’ with no nigga, this ain’t Playstation Nigga, God don’t like ugly, now your face taken Me and Monty in the Porsche truck, drag racin’ And if you ever see me runnin’, I was bag chasin’ Once upon a time, I was broke, but the tables turned Now if it ain’t about a check, then it’s barely heard Don’t let your bitch leave the house if you care for her And I won’t do a verse, if you don’t pay to work Fuck talkin’ crazy, nigga show me that you active Bitch in real life, on them songs he a savage Glock always stay in my drawls, it’s a ratchet When I tell a bitch she gotta cut, she the saddest Nigga you ain’t on my head, you just talkin’ head Sneak dissin’ ass nigga, you the walkin’ dead Any bitch want this dick, then she got to beg If you ain’t runnin’ up a bag, nigga bite lead If the bitch want rounds, I’m the bed breaker When the rounds over with, she a leg shaker Only gunnin’ for your top, I’m a leg saver Before you meet the life maker, meet the dead maker If some niggas talk crazy, I can’t wait to see Glock like a big booty, I can’t wait to squeeze Used to try to play sports, now we play for keys Gang full of hot heads, let ‘em play with heat You the type of nigga pull a skit with your clip full Leave the skit, come back with your clip full Nigga when we slide, we don’t miss, bullets hit fools Switch on the Glock and the kick on jujitsu Send a shot over here, better not miss ‘Cause if you do and we slide, you gon’ be missed What’s goin’ on in my mind? Try and read this Bitch you guessed it, I’m a demon and I keep clips Bitch! And I use ‘em all Already lost my mind, I’ll lose it all Only smile when I think what I’ma do to y’all Put my team on my back, I can’t lose the ball Bitch! From Letras Mania