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Poppin' a pill, still Shawty on the block with me, wearing Chanel Too much dope in here, I can smash smash Too many guns in here, I can tell a tale Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Heat in my hand, no oven mitt Take a block and tumble it Bitch, give me that cookie, I'm crumblin' Uh-uh, you lovin' that ho The way that go, I never know Rollin' up P's, cappin' that O, get sparked from the heat that was definite, though You can try to run, but you catchin' them, though Wanna fuck on these mouth like I'm Eminem, though It's a hit-and-run, hit the ambulance hoe Ice in my cup, September 24 Smooth get me higher than the airfield though Mama told me "Never ever fear" though .45 bigger than the elephant, though Letras de cancionesGo to court, smellin' like I sell elbows Ha-ha, you was poppin' that shit Now the window down, start poppin' them sticks Ha-ha, you was not with that shit You don't even know what come with that shit Merc, Merc, Merc, Merc [?], bitch with me, all in my arms, yeah After that I sent her home, and I zonked, zonked yeah We want all the smoke, we got mob fare Poppin' a pill, still Shawty on the block with me, wearing Chanel Too much dope in here, I can smash smash Too many guns in here, I can't tell a tale Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh From Letras Mania