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These tears are no longer for you baby These tears are no longer for you baby Heatmakers, crack music It's Gordo! Trey lab with Fred, we can turn it Beirut Get head in your bed, fingers all in your bae roots (Haha) She wildin’ off, I'm like a shot of that Grey Goose Don't care for my eclairs, lick a shot at ya grey goose The illest to illustrate it The realest if skill’s debated (That's true) Still they hated, like, "Fuck your lyricism" Ten forty belows, constructive criticism Gordo, **** Joell Go slow, gas blow, oh well Gettin' that cake, cash and love, gotta go to the scale On a plate, mask and gloves, I ain't go to Modell's Feinds in Hell, stuff went well Before I was workin' with Lil' Puffs like Andre Harrell This is for my hood niggas waitin' on a cell All my niggas up north with they weight up in the cell I’m [?] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door Let one of these niggas act up and I’ma (Murder one) Letras de cancionesI wish a nigga would jump so I could (Murder one) Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door Let one of these niggas act up so I could (Murder one) I wish a nigga would jump and I'ma (Murder one) Uh, wait up though Was on that corner up on the crate before The Wake Up Show Thirty two back, only cooked twenty eight up though I ain’t just blow, straight up, I had straight up blow Technos and Jojos, no Jacob glow Bright goals and fo-fo's lift your face up, bro I could tell the kind of stories you can't make up though Being myself allowed me to fuck them make-up hoes You could have this bitch back, I ain't gon’ take your hoe Just know if the pussy good that we gon' break up slow I write hits and buy kicks Fly shit and I ain't never been inside Kif I might be trippin' but I feel like these niggas forgot Let me remind 'em like rewinding the Kennedy shot (blagh) I'm still Muhammed with the word vomit This cash is heavy as clay in my jean pocket Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door Let one of these niggas act up and I'ma (Murder one) I wish a nigga would jump so I could (Murder one) Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door Let one of these niggas act up so I could (Murder one) I wish a nigga would jump and I'ma (Murder one) From Letras Mania