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Dear Mr .President I put this lovely letter together today for you I hope you aren't too busy to read it Enjoy Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Aye nigga don't play us Tired of sitting in the shower You niggas don't fade us Even after all these times You really don't pay us You said [?] country was clowns I'm a hop out the rood right now Merk everyone in this bitch then bounce You niggas have gone too far Okay you niggas have gone too far Okay you niggas have gone too far Okay you niggas have gone too far Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, [?] get to the shit Go head’ hand me a clip Go grab some sticks, light up the tips 'Cause we an angry mob with fire, we gonna make sure you fried Torture you on sight, we finna let you die We don't give a shit about what we've been told Cause we gonna be here when you old people gone Letras de cancionesWhy we tryna make sense about some shit you don't know They tryna raise rent when everything for you is cold I don't get the problem We tryna figure out Thought you guys wanted to buy a bigger truck [?] like that No? no guns anybody? okay Like honestly, how the fuck is somebody who's never grown up in the environment that I've grown up in, hung around them motherfucking niggas we grew up around, people we hang around with today, how the fuck is someone like that, tell me, [?] I'm tryna figure out what you made it out of [?] or where you actually came from I wanna figure out what resources you have, cause mother fucker we ain't have none Resources ain't even in the vocabulary [?] shut, hahaha From Letras Mania