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It's good somethin' Long sticks, draco, man I like this one, on this one right here bro Slaughter take somethin' Good one Long sticks, dracos, nigga that's good bumpin' Hundreds grams in the bowl, bitch that's good money Jumpin' out the work and bitch I made a lot of money Walkin' down the Bouldercrest, pocket full of hundreds I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, you talk that shit, you better live that shit Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut, nigga we be runnin' this shit Who? smash who and take what? Say what and shoot who? Rob who? ayy fuck you nigga Nigga talkin' 'bout Bouldercrest El Chapo We ain't never seen you in Bouldercrest with no chapo Nigga come down Bouldercrest, we gon' hit you with that chapo Slime Nudy bitch, I'm Bouldercrest El Chapo Ridin' through magnolia with that dirty stick I got these young niggas, yeah they ready, we on some dirty shit We on that molly, know we geekin', fuck some fuck shit Roll the window down, is that OJ? I'm finna shoot that bitch, yeah Niggas be talkin', we pullin' up Chop it out then we hit him up Letras de cancionesFifty round clip, we gon' flip him up Catch him down bad and we tie him up Niggas you just got some wrestle money Huh? got that Valpo money Take him out nigga, we wipe him out Snip your motherfuckin' fingers off Long sticks, dracos, nigga that's good bumpin' Hundreds grams in the bowl, bitch that's good money Jumpin' out the work and bitch I made a lot of money Walkin' down the Bouldercrest, pocket full of hundreds I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, you talk that shit, you better live that shit Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut, nigga we be runnin' this shit Who? smash who and take what? Say what and shoot who? Rob who? ayy fuck you nigga All these niggas talkin' 'bout they buddy the face of East Atlanta Me, [?] motherfucker, and Young Drake [?] of East Atlanta We run this motherfucker, y'all niggas ain't nothin' but undercover You pussy, lil fake ass drug dealers You pussy, lil fake ass street nigga I never seen none of you niggas in the streets None of you niggas walkin' around with that thirty round hangin' at the end of your heat You niggas couldn't move like me Bon appetit, your bitch is a freak and [?] a feast Pass to my team You know that we treatin' that ho like a screech We switchin' up on her, we switchin' lanes All of my niggas rep Murder Gang Big B's nigga, man you know what I bang S double M be the name Um, rob who and take what? Say who, we shoot what? Take off, that's what what, hah Long sticks, dracos, nigga that's good bumpin' Hundreds grams in the bowl, bitch that's good money Jumpin' out the work and bitch I made a lot of money Walkin' down the Bouldercrest, pocket full of hundreds I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, you talk that shit, you better live that shit Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut, nigga we be runnin' this shit Who? smash who and take what? Say what and shoot who? Rob who? ayy fuck you nigga Yeah Fuck you nigga These niggas talkin' 'bout they run Bouldercrest Nigga y'all don't run shit nigga Slim thirty, PDE nigga, Magnolia nigga Y'all know what the fuck goin' on nigga We run this motherfucker nigga Straight up and down, from the beginning of Bouldercrest to the end of Bouldercrest nigga Fuck what you're talkin' 'bout, huh From Letras Mania