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K.E. on the Track Yeah JAG (Gang gang) Second time, round five Loren Miller Straight out the mud Started out wearin' a bud Now I'm the weight of the plug You playin' with thugs Grew up from sprayin' with blood Still made my way to the club I came up with dub I'm just hangin' out with Troup They just hangin' out to shoot I'm in the coupe Single bangin' out the boom Bitches hangin' out the roof, they call me the truth I was in back of the school, ooh Young nigga packin' the tool, ooh Grew up and got me some dumb bread Now look at me Shaqtin' a Fool, ooh Nigga, no wonder you dissin' I came up from runnin' the kitchen One with the pigeons, you load all your bread on a card My bank account come with decisions, I come with extensions, woo Letras de canciones Yeah, ayy, Mike, Pack, Nate Y'al gon' have to roll out the red carpet for me, man Comin' for that crown This that royalty music, you heard? (Woo) You niggas never been boss Chubby, I never been soft I'm like a veteran, I get the medicine off Stephen, I've never been off Ballin' and ballin', just watch what the Letterman cost I'm like ahead of the boss I'm 'bout the chicken, boy, I do it better than Ross Feel like I'm shed in the club, Chubby get off Told 'em I grew up from bustin' rounds If I get me a plate, I'ma bust it down Nigga none of my niggas is fuckin' round Nigga you would get wet up and fuckin' drown (Facts) Kingpin bring the coke up Talkin' best, I get spoke of New bitch gettin' choked up Exes hatin' that we broke up Fans sayin' I'm the bomb, boy If it ain't me, he a con, boy Make room for the don, boy I'm an LA King like Bron, boy Shawty say she want a real nigga Only fuck, never chill with her (Nope) Only smokin' on the kill, nigga If I got a problem, I'll kill niggas JAG From Letras Mania