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This gon' really hurt y'all niggas feelings Let me turn this shit all the way up Griselda, Black Soprano Yo, half a block on the road, I only stop for the toll Dick ridin' not in the code (nah...) I really threw a pot on the stove, they used to cop it and go Now all our watches is froze You only fuckin' gossipin' hoes, but if I got her she cold I never met a chick that I couldn't mold I'm on Collins gettin' top in a Rolls, with a Glock that'll blow Got ten bands on me rockin' Vlone I caught cocaine cases, students turned into gangstas Lieutenants knew us by our first name basis I can tell these niggas bullshittin', ain't savin' (bullshittin') We front you a brick, every week you make payments I stood on the corner just to get me a fit I get a cut, I get a blunt, then get me a bitch Now when the work land, we get 60 a clip Ask (?), I met the nigga tryin' to get me a brick (haha) Yeah, you know it's real when you got 30 in the trunk And a strap, and you know the cash dirty as the gun (woo!) Imagine this, sad mother buryin' her son He was carryin' his gun since he was barely 21 Work so hard it'll really break scales (break scales) Cartels givin' niggas NBA deals Letras de cancionesHad to sell rocks, the mailbox was full of late bills I was sellin' 'caine before Wayne signed Jae Millz, nigga (ahhh) Lockin' up (?) with a butter knife Broke niggas askin' what is life I trapped 100 days, 100 nights Don't let my daughter be a hustler's wife I got the Rollie bezel flooded ice Yeah, broke niggas askin' what is life Uhh, I trapped 100 days, 100 nights Uhh, don't let my daughter be a hustler's wife, ahhh Look, I never heard a hustler starvin', cut it and toss it She got niggas, none of 'em bosses What you know about a quarter brick under the faucet? Fatigue coats and Timb boots, a bunch of New Yorkers I got daughters, they remember makin' visits in prison Not only me, my baby momma had to live with the sentence When shit get the realest, sometimes we forget why we in this Had to learn how to separate business from friendships (I learnt the hard way) On the plane to JFK watchin' the pre-game show And lovey gon' shoot your wedding up if we say go I really never heard of a place that we can't go The family (?) spread the trap phone, pre-paid dough I'm in the streets with the dope fiends, vests and shooters I take trap money, rap money, Western Union Don't never fuck with rappers, they act funny unless it's music Fucked around and got a deal, the detectives blew it, ahhh Lockin' up (?) with a butter knife Broke niggas askin' what is life I trapped 100 days, 100 nights Don't let my daughter be a hustler's wife I got the Rollie bezel flooded ice Yeah, broke niggas askin what is life Uhh, I trapped 100 days, 100 nights Uhh, don't let my daughter be a hustler's wife, ahhh From Letras Mania