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I throw a bag at you, [?] hustler I show some love, I get some extras to the customers N***a tried to run with that pack, we gon’ punish him And I got some n****s in the V, they ain’t [?] And I got a couple of young n****s like to shoot shit What type of n***a will pull up but won’t do shit? He catch a bullet to the head for those loose lips Make a hundred thousand of rappin’, I ain’t [?] I can’t have my n***a Boom around cause he a savage And I put the switch on the Glock, it’s automatic I tear a n***a block down, bitch, and some [?] to the n****s able to spit a 100 out a handgun I be steppin’ on these n****s and I walk light I get you knocked off on your off night N***a tried to rock me to sleep, got put to sleep Talkin’ ambulance, yellow tape, white sheets N****s know what type of smoke come behind me Me and my n****s high as hell, we like zombies I pop another, heard the opps can’t find me You are repressed, big Whoop come remind me The last thing my n****s fought was a body Out a blue big Benz, ask Barry Fuckin’ all you n****s hoes, Mike Larry Whoop my n***a, [?], Tyler Perry Sada Baby Letras de canciones Last thing that I fought was my mans, huh Dumbass forgot I got hands, huh Last thing I thought about was some bands, huh First thing I went and bought was a mag, huh Lil’ blood, he gon’ shoot for me, you know he more than down I got people in the V, I’m talkin’ Morgan Town I seen an opp turn a fifty to a forty round And then a thirty round, committin’ murder now I had chopper [?] your brib up Fuckin’ yo baby mama, wake the kids up Sock a n***a in his stomach, get his ribs crushed Used to bully n***s up in school, make ‘em skip lunch I wouldn’t let a pussy n***a eat nuttin’ Or I put the chops down and then I beat ‘em up A1, type [?], got the streets jumpin’ We ain’t never gotta swipe sheet ‘cause we keep money I grab the nine on ‘em, tell ‘em keep the hundred Get up on ‘em close range, leave a n***a bloody Lil’ bitch got the best brain, she don’t even study I got what you want, what you need, leave both [?] Got the strap on me, need no buddies Fuck you lean, bitch, me mo’ muddy On a roll, big dolla, me ski boat thuggin’ Yo bitch got a bloody nose, she sniffed the feet / defeat If I move off my [?], I pitch a bitch Yo hoe addicted to the stick, can’t quit the dick I’m shooting all the extras off rip, when I flip the clip I’m MJ in the play-offs, can’t miss the ship Ten millie in a four five on my hip equipped They ain’t lyin’, or a Gucci thing dipped in her mix They ain’t lyin’, with the junkie game, percs in her grits Birthdays or wordplays, twerkin’ my wrists Celebratin’ with the whole gang, sizzurp and Crys’ Gotta swang in both lanes, then swerve the whip Lil’ twerking bitch want me to stop servin’ bricks Ain’t worth it bitch, don’t give a fuck ‘bout no squirting shit Can’t do fuck about nothin’, you n****s ain’t gang gang, then it’s fuck ‘em I don’t give a fuck bout nuttin’, you n***s ain’t gang gang, then it’s fuck ‘em I don’t give a fuck bout nuttin’, you n***s ain’t gang gang, then it’s fuck ‘em I don’t give a fuck bout nuttin’, you n***s ain’t gang gang, then it’s … From Letras Mania