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Hurt, what it do? Hey JG Trapnanana Man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we've got here at Foster's Hah (Hah, yeah) Huh? Double cup muddy (Double cup, double cup) Gotta keep glockies (Huh? Glocks) 'Cause totin' a hobby (Skrrt skrrt) I give him a chicken teriyaki (Chicken) I get in the kitchen, try to whip up a Masi New Glock on me and it came with a fifty (Glock, Glock) Niggas they tellin', these niggas they Mickies (Glaow) Glock with two thirties, you know that's sixty (Thirty) Maison Margiela or maybe Balenci (Maisons) Sippin' on syrup, you know we got plenty (Man) These old ass, lame ass niggas drink Remy (Trapnanana) These niggas ain't shootin', don't give 'em a penny (Luciano) Got FA crib, we got sticks and a hemi (Sticks) He open, we took it, don't play with my business (I get that) I pour up the lean, I don't really got feelings (Huh?) I popped me a perc, your girl need healing (Your bitch) I got a bad bitch, she stay in the mansion, yeah (A mansion) None of the Hi-Tech, Wockhardt (Wockhardt) Letras de cancionesMix it together, got big guap, yeah Hop out the free car, push start (Free car) I'm a real nigga, you just a Yu-Gi-Oh! card (Yeah, yeah) I fuck on your bitch, got in her leotard (Trapnanana) The stick got down syndrome, it's a retard (Trapnanana) You was good in school, boy you better be smart Stick hit your face, now his shit gettin' rerocked (Stick) (Hah, yeah) Huh? Double cup muddy (Double cup, double cup) Gotta keep glockies (Huh? Glocks) 'Cause totin' a hobby (Skrrt skrrt) I give him a chicken teriyaki (Chicken) I get in the kitchen, try to whip up a Masi New Glock on me and it came with a fifty (Glock, Glock) Niggas they tellin', these niggas they Mickies (Glaow) Glock with two thirties, you know that's sixty (Thirty) Maison Margiela or maybe Balenci (Maisons) Sippin' on syrup, you know we got plenty (Man) These old ass, lame ass niggas drink Remy (Trapnanana) These niggas ain't shootin', don't give 'em a penny (Luciano) Got FA crib, we got sticks and a hemi (Sticks) He open, we took it, don't play with my business (I get that) I pour up the lean, I don't really got feelings (Huh?) From Letras Mania