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I got the streets on smash mode Too many hoes, gotta keep me a passcode Bullets is big as a asshole Yea, the choppa make you sleep in a rat hole This beat really sound like an outro 7:30 hit the bitch with the astro I was in New York eating Mastro's You wanted smoke, you gone get what you asked for This beat right here gone fuck up they ears No melody, this bitch kinda weird Too fucking hard, make me jump off a hill Swerving the coupe, Jesus take the wheel You don't want no smoke, lil boy be for real Hold on, wait, chill Here, take this pill Wheew, dissapear Get hit with the banger if you try to get near Too many hoes I don't know who to fuck Too many houses, which one to shoot up Fuck it, shoot the whole block up Who did that? not us Roll up the pack, he be smelling like must Get the fuck out, I don't wanna hear you fuss You a peon boy, you can't even cuss This is good drank, this is not cut [?] spend on your clothes Letras de cancionesDidn't spend so you gotta [?] to your hopes We gave you two weeks to invest in some bows [?] get it for low Nah I'm just playing, six seven just playing too If I spend ten bands, he spending ten bands too We made it out of the hood, then you can too No we not cuffing these bitches, just ran through Ouu, turn it up a little bit I ran it up I need me a fitbit [?] his house cause we hit shit Made that boy switch up his car like a stick shift Ouu, I need a private jet No, I will not pay for sex Come here with your face and your neck Yah, show me the best Big choppa make 'em do the Doug E Fresh Pew Pew Pew, shoot through that vest Yah, Gang, Bow Bow From Letras Mania