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What? What? What? What? (One-hundred percent Juice) What? What? What? What? Ooh (Uno, I killed it) Ooh, walk in the club with the Uzi, that bitch gonna spit like a llama, you dig? Woah I put a rack on his head, I can't beef with that little nigga 'cause he dead, yeah (You dig?) Swear I won't talk to no little nigga that's gon' talk to the feds, yeah Baby, ride on top of the dick until you hurt your legs (Ride), yeah Yeah, I'm gonna hit from the back until I numb my legs, yeah Racks in my pocket look similar to football pads (Racks), yeah Baby, bust on that dick because you know you a little nasty, ooh Coppin' the swag, you know I hit you with that lil' tax fee She wanna ride on the top, on the dick like some muhfuckin' pegs (Like a Mongoose) Stop all that mockin', you know that we thuggin', get hit with the lead (Hit with the, baow) I cannot speak on that nigga 'cause he cannot hear shit, he dead I put my dick in her mouth and I told her to fuck what she said (Suck it) Don't hang with no lil' niggas, I think that these niggas really some fags I'm eatin' at Bossanova with some bosses Pour my oil like I been drinkin' some coffee (Woo) Now it's back to the muhfuckin' pesos Roll a fat Backwood and motherfuckin' face it Then slap my dick in her mouth, let her taste it Ooh, walk in the club with the Uzi, that bitch gonna spit like a llama, you dig? Woah Letras de cancionesI put a rack on his head, I can't beef with that little nigga 'cause he dead, yeah (You dig?) Swear I won't talk to no little nigga that's gon' talk to the feds, yeah Baby, ride on top of the dick until you hurt your legs (Ride), yeah Yeah, I'm gonna hit from the back until I numb my legs, yeah Racks in my pocket look similar to football pads (Racks), yeah Baby, bust on that dick because you know you a little nasty, ooh Coppin' the swag, you know I hit you with that lil' tax fee All my bitches paid like they weigh That's the reason why I like my old stick Raf Simons on from last year And my Cuban link worth three bricks Sixty thousand off two licks I can get that out of one bitch But I always get three or better House full of foreigns like a Quinceañera Sauce got it, I'm a young gangster, got mob ties like the Goodfellas Nigga diss me, I'ma make it rain on him all year, fuck a umbrella I'ma smash anything, 'bout my respect 'cause that's how I get the cheddar Flava made it, nigga, rich forever, bitch hit for fifties, takes a love letter Ooh, walk in the club with the Uzi (Ooh-wee), that bitch gonna spit like a llama, you dig? Woah (Drip) I put a rack on his head, I can't beef with that little nigga 'cause he dead, yeah (You dig? Hey) Swear I won't talk to no little nigga that's gon' talk to the feds, yeah (Ooh-wee) Baby, ride on top of the dick until you hurt your legs (Ride), yeah Yeah, I'm gonna hit from the back until I numb my legs (Spankin' that), yeah Racks in my pocket look similar to football pads, yeah Baby, bust on that dick because you know you a little nasty, ooh Coppin' the swag, you know I hit you with that lil' tax fee From Letras Mania