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(Clibbo, you're crazy for this one, haha) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) (Uno, I killed it) Yeah, pullin' up to a nigga block with the Draco Shoot it to his fuckin' face close so the case closed Smokin' gas, feel like Cheech & Chong (Cheech) Yeah, and I'm having racks, boy, I feel just like Big Meech, yeah Took your ho to church, told that ho to preach Ain't authorized to search, so it's fuck the police Yeah, they know I keep the narcotics, bitch, we hard-body Sawed-off shotty turn you to a port-a-potty Boy, I thought your mama told you stay up out the streets He ain't never seen a ghost 'til we wrap him in the sheets Big Balencis on my feet, we gon' beat him 'til he leak We roll like tires in the streets, my bitch a vegan but I want beef Hey, I'm on beans, I can't sleep (Sleep) Hey, in the cut, your ho gon' cheat (Cheat) Hey, leave him deceased like he Gleesh (Gleesh) Hey, got my name tatted on them cheeks (Cheeks) Hey, thought I told you that the shots get fired Put some money on his head, need him dead alive Pistols pop, we don't stay at no shop, yeah Letras de cancionesMy brand new Rolex in the Chrome Hearts wallet, yeah Pullin' up to a nigga block with the Draco Shoot it to his fuckin' face close so the case closed Smokin' gas, feel like Cheech & Chong (Cheech) Yeah, and I'm having racks, boy, I feel just like Big Meech, yeah Took your ho to church, told that ho to preach Ain't authorized to search, so it's fuck the police Yeah, they know I keep the narcotics, bitch, we hard-body Sawed-off shotty turn you to a port-a-potty From Letras Mania