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Sosa baby GBE baby Sosa on the beat I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n Ride around in the field with a K drum Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some Now I hardly ever even see my day ones I make the [?] I be floatin' dirty, I don't need no gravity Make her say "Uhh" like Master P If you ain't gettin' money it can lead to tragedies Popped up in my crib without permission Call that stalkin', call that stalkin' I went in the mall and bought everything out the store I call that ballin, I call that ballin I heard you be trippin' on a thotty I call that fallin', I call that fallin' I heard you were here flexin' like you catchin' bodies Dry snitchin' on yo self, I call that talkin' I walked in the club and they all start shakin' ass, shakin ass Dead man in my pockets, someone please call the damn ambulance (Ambulance, ambulance, ambulance) I'm on offense, the defense I'll handle Letras de cancionesGot your bitch meltin' like a lit candle Where I'm from two phones means ten-fold Why I'm flexin' like that I ain't have shit hoe I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n Ride around in the field with a K drum Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some Now I hardly ever even see my day ones I make the [?] I be floatin' dirty, I don't need no gravity Make her say "Uhh" like Master P If you ain't gettin' money it can lead to tragedies I swear to God right now I can't even fucking breathe One Tooka blunt got me walkin' with a weave Gave your bitch one pill now she crawlin' on her knees She was standin' on her head, now she fallin' on her feet Tote the cash baby gone see a doctor for me I know before I go get locked up, you gone get locked up for me I know you really will get a nigga shot up for me I don't buy bitches but I know you'll buy one for me Whoever said living was the stars in the sky And I'm sitting on the stars in the sky every night I'm smokin' on that Mary, yea, Mary J. Blige It was me in the sky and the stars trying to fight I just met a bad bitch, but I'm only trying to fuck I'm a squirrel no lie, I'ma need another nut Remember on the block, sellin' dope, been blowin' punks Run up on him click-clack, 12-gauge him in the trunk I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n Ride around in the field with a K drum Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some Now I hardly ever even see my day ones I make the [?] I be floatin' dirty, I don't need no gravity Make her say "Uhh" like Master P If you ain't gettin' money it can lead to tragedies Sosa on the beat From Letras Mania