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Supa! Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I'm still alive, that's a problem, solve it Come get it in blood, 'cause I spent it, fuck it! Shorty want a thug, yeah, she meant it, bingo! Bitch, I spent your grandaddy pension in Gucci I talked to my pastor, he did not get through to me I just fucked my ex-miss, so I guess she not through with me Shorty give me brain, give me tutoring, I needed that Niggas stole my sauce 'cause they lame, yeah, I need it back (Yeah!) Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle! Asked him if that shit really worth dying for Don't forget that! 30 pound stain, fuck 'em! Pussy, let me get that! Murder on my brain, 'cause they testin', I ain't with that! I got 30 reasons in this clip for you to get back! Shorty let me fuck, but I only hit a gift wrap! I was pushing [?], now I fuck up 10 racks! I need [?] or it's dead, I'ma take that! I'ma put this EE at your motherfucking wave cap! Letras de cancionesMoney on the way back I ain't catch a break yet I ain't crack that safe yet I don't leave the crib lackin', I know it ain't safe yet! Gotta get my food taste test! Gotta move around with 8 vests! [?] on me go apeshit! From Letras Mania