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(KimJ With The Heat) (Kookup) (Wassup) My name is Baby Face Nel But take out the Nel so then make the APM replace it I move with a 38 comes with no shells and no tracin' We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking We doing drugs and we don’t need a perky Makin' them nervous, everyone seen a body drop We don’t do shit behind the curtains They call me "Mel" but it ain’t for "Melly" But bitch I’m still a menace We see a opp and we send him to heaven We comin' for vengeance Keep talkin' cuz my mac still got like eleven No plead and no beggin' You see the gang but ain't check in then prey to a motherfuckin' reverend Only God can save you, from me Puttin' a hole in your face like a bagel I'm in the back in all black And this jacket ain't puffy it's all straps Heard the opp niggas rappin' they all wack Talk about what we did man it's all facts Letras de cancionesTalk about what they did and it's all cap Fuck around get your whole crew clapped Whack-a-moley we get your whole crew whacked 'Cause y'all niggas still on that hoe shit I come through and we bully your whole clique Hit 'em up and I feel like a culprit Got the drop I know just where your folks live I call Retro we pull up and blow shit You call police and we do not know shit Got your neighbors like "what's that commotion?" And we just keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin' Your skull 'til it open And my niggas all at the function My trigger finger ashy it need lotion Put all the opps in the bag just like groceries Ain't gettin' no bread but we still gon' toast it I been gettin' this cake and my pockets is bacon Im golden like Curry they see I'm Jamaican Your bitch on my dick and I swear she so basic Nut on her face and she just wanna taste it I know all your friends [?] [?] a lot of FN's and Berettas Stackin' my cheddar Your bitch see me doin' my thing so she left with the gang and you let her You couldn't do better, only do worse I fucked the opps mum, hit him where it hurts Hit him where it hurts, huh? Fuck that, I wanna put him on a shirt I wanna put him in the dirt I want him put hands on me first Can't let him put hands on me first Hollow tips, hit 'em up, rip 'em up Too bad, get repaired Paramedics, pick him up, grip him up And get him the fuck out of here Come to your block and I'm throwin' bombs Won't need the assist I threw him the lob, gang My name is Baby Face Nel But take out the Nel so then make the APM replace it I move with a 38 comes with no shells and no tracin' We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking We doing drugs and we don’t need a perky Makin' them nervous, everyone seen a body drop We don’t do shit behind the curtains From Letras Mania