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Ayy, Phillipe Nigga, they told me you ran and hit the gate, nigga, when they hit Dre, nigga Blood, they told me you ran and hit the gate when they hit Dre, blood, why you ain't gang? Brudda brudda probably still be here, nigga Nigga, brudda brudda probably still be here, though Yeah All you do is talk, nigga T-in’ interviews and we ain't fought, nigga Always be the lightskin-dest soft niggas Stylin' put you on, and what you thought, that we forgot, nigga? So you should’ve bought a chain 'fore I viewed you as a broad How I'm the only Sacramento nigga in One Mob? 'Posed to be Cookie Money, you told me buddy's a fraud Shout out to Lil Memphis, nigga socked you in the mall You ain't even pitch his ass, too busy placing a call, that's a DP Can't be the traits of a nigga that’s from the Deep East How he the overseer of Oakland and he’s a peewee? Told me Joe Blow wasn't Oakland, I ain’t believe him Wanky doodle balls in your jaw, you suckin' wee-wee Two blankets and a towel, is JBay inside of PC? Allah said he ain't far from his brother, them niggas weenies We knowin' you was payin’ for them features on your CD And you GF-in' that 40-year-old ling-ling 59 mold too big for that lil' bling bling Pull up to your house on Kildrummy like ding ding Letras de cancionesPlayin' with that 2Pac beat, tell me I'm lyin' You stubby or you cased, my nigga? Make up your mind Never trust a nigga that ain't never did no time That bounty, that don't count, it ain't nothin' like main line FBI requested the footage, you ain't deny Scared of Lil QB and he half of your size Dre Feddi died, for certainly, you ain't slide Bitch, you got on TV, talked about it, and cried Dre Feddi died, for certainly, you ain't slide Bitch, you got on TV, talked about it, and cried Dennis the Menace broke, he couldn't upload a dime Give that MCM backpack up, nigga, it's time Shout out Lil Blood and Sleepy, them still the guys Sold your catalogue for them pennies, I wonder why? Baby mama ask me, "Why he call a hundred times?" Tryna ride the wave, your streaming start to decline Ayy, dawg Nigga, I been on the road, rockin' stadiums You was in Modesto, barely filling up Palladium Called me for assistance when Wanky was on your cranium Vamp Life groupie, I know the goonies ashamed of him Kedda with the baby arm on it, them bitches dangling Big up to my number one fan No Dollar Damien Category internet killers, that's how we label 'em Somebody die every time I diss a nigga faithfully You can't do a show in my bity, nor in the radius You can't do a show in the bity, nor in the radius Gangland protection the only reason you hang with me Remind me of the bitch, emotional lil' thangiry And you put the clear coat paint on top of your toes Giggled when I seen it, like brodie really a ho, on fours 'Bout time you called it quits, shit, I suppose You on your fifth song and I'm tired of doin' you wrong On my soul, nigga You know you ain't livin' like that, bitch ass nigga On the bity Nigga talkin' 'bout, "Nah, they tried to strip me, nigga, that's how it be when you be..." Shut your bitch ass up, nigga Ain't try to strip you, bitch, they stripped you, bitch They took your shit, bitch And took it to the pawn shop, ain't that where you recovered it from, nigga? My mama had your bitch ass runnin' through the gas station scared, throwin' money in the air, nigga Playin' with me, nigga Now big, when they deformed the foreign, ain't nobody die, bitch Punch your bitch ass in the mall, ain't nobody die, bitch, yeah Turned your bitch purse inside out in mutually, bitch, ain't nobody, bitch Yeah, when Dre Feddi died, bitch, ain't nobody die, bitch Shut your bitch ass up, bitch All this Funk or Die, bitch, but ain't nobody dyin' Man, we finna kill all that, nigga On my mama, nigga, I bang a right, nigga On Kildrummy, nigga, pull up in your motherfuckin' driveway Park this motherfucker, nigga, and ding ding From Letras Mania