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Ooh, RJ Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy), yeah Them C shoelaces, the money, what you in it for? Can't have my main mans hungry, what you in it for? Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork? Told that bitch we ain't done, I'ma give her more (Hold up) And if them blues runnin' short, nigga, let me know My lil' nigga don't do shit but hit that road He just put a thousand pills in one of his hoes I just made twenty bands off one of his loads Ice in my black stitch, bitches runnin' my nose Count the strips, then the bitch get to suckin' my soul Bitch keep tryna kiss my cup, I don't want your cold Talkin' wild, get the OJ's, nigga, it's on I keep ten on me daily, I told niggas I wasn't playin' Just spent ten on my baby, got "Ghetto Champagne" playin' I'm that nigga with the oh-ooh, yeah, yeah Shoot a nigga 'til he through, a-dead, dead Want beef? Fuck the money, we gon' carry all straps Got this big bitch with me, Halle Berry off B*A*P*S Got my smart nigga with me, he aware of all apps Pull up to a nigga crib fuckin' with the Google Maps Letras de cancionesGet to ballin' in the club like the monsters FN turn the bar into a block party Told that bitch it's a dub in these Rockstars Ain't no Hi-Tech mud, I drink Wockhardt When I woke up, whippd the dope up Lame nigga spoke up, we gon' get him choked up 'Member when I had them beans in the Focus Young nigga keep them beams, don't provoke us Like let me load up, keep your ho tucked And we ain't drinkin' nothin' clean, boy, you know us Keep a lot of dirty lean in a soda Been on the block, boy, and I got a Rover And I been slappin' that dope from hood to hood Me and Wildman goin' 'Wood for 'Wood In this bitch like Suge on bullshit And I wish a nigga would got a full clip And you know I won't hesitate to use it Hollow punch you with the fire like Hadouken Shoot him up midrange like DeRozan Nigga, all my chains extra frozen And your bitch kids love me like Frozen Hmm, the brown with the bricks, I'm the chosen one I'm buyin' more clips 'cause it's more than one Whole Hush kit, fuck Golden Son, huh Security just let me get the gun in here Pussy nigga, this is right where the fun begin I got the lil' draky-drake with the drum in here Cookie bullets make you cough up a lung in here Ayy, I prayed to God, asked him please, come right my wrongs I fell in love with a thot 'cause she twerked in my song I got the ice, I got the cream, don't need no cone Over 21 and I'm a savage, don't need no loan I block a bitch every time I'm feelin' a ho Bitch named Mira in the Marrow, she need this bone Red shirt, high top Gerald, I'm still in the show Need guns like I need drugs and need my phone, huh Them C shoelaces, the money, what you in it for? Can't have my main mans hungry, what you in it for? Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork? Told that bitch we ain't done, I'ma give her more (Hold up) From Letras Mania