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Yeah Oh this a Nor Cal situation From the city of trees to the SFC Ha Trash bag full of dirty bills So two mill to the IRS I sent two trucks down I'ma fly the rest on a private jet She's turnt out and burnt out In the hotel by the airport Why her pinky nail dirty? I guess her daddy was never there for her Bulletproof trucks (Bulletproof trucks) Europeans, too (Europeans, too) They tried steppin' on my toes (Steppin' on my toes) And dirtyin' my shoes Fuck a side play, I'm still boastin' I'm thirty thou' up, still smokin' My old spot is still goin' Bern got cats that'll kill for him Bern last bitch made a mill for him My bottom bitch she's too nice In the Maybach with the blue lights Smoke two more 'fore I shoot dice I love to do crime, hard to do right Letras de cancionesI got a cannon on me, won't jam on me I'm out in Arizona, hundred grand on me Plus this bag just landed on me It's real shit, yeah I be in the cash, I prefer it fast (Yeah) Denim filled with green, no I don't play in grass (Yeah) They say ain't no love in these streets So tell me why they lovin' me Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me why they lovin' me Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me why they lovin' me Fella, fella, Mr. Mozzarella Off painkillers, just popped a yella No pump fakin', into poppin' melons "Be bool, bloods" what my mama tell us Got a new bitch, the little mama jealous Disappointed in you niggas tellin'-tellin' No misdemeanor, we convicted felons On my first charge I had to sit for sellin' that yayo Used to put six ounces in the Faygo They gave six counts for that Drako Be in them jurisdictions where you can't go They know the mail game, them niggas 'bout it Send a deposit, bitch, I'm on the way Check on my little brother every day Just flew him out to put him on a play Where I used to stay, dyin' everyday So I made a way for niggas tryna escape I went to get it, wasn't tryna wait See all the tattoos on his face? Them for the homies he lost And that's for the pain he endured I'm from the gang, I assure you I just wanna bang until I'm torched I just wanna bang until I'm torched I be in the cash, I prefer it fast (Yeah) Denim filled with green, no I don't play in grass (Yeah) They say ain't no love in these streets So tell me why they lovin' me Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me why they lovin' me Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me why they lovin' me Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me why they lovin' me Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me why they lovin' me From Letras Mania