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T-T-Twelve tryna' blitz, brodie show me packs Twelve in the back, we bouta do the race, Gotta Blast In the past nigga, robbing for some cash nigga In the back nigga, with the mac nigga, don't get clapped nigga! Blade, Blade, Blade, Dj Blade bla- T-T-Twelve tryna' blitz, brodie show me packs Twelve in the back, we bouta do the race, Gotta Blast In the past nigga, robbing for some cash nigga In the back nigga, with the mac nigga, don't get clapped nigga You's a house nigga, I'm a trap nigga He-He said he got them gats nigga, thats a cap nigga I tell em' do the math nigga, stick to rap nigga He said I don't want smoke, but that's really a lie He fighting little boys, but he can't fight for his life Ch-Ch-Choppa hit em, make him fall, he get split like a pie And he said he gon' pull up, but he never even tried! Yea, 12 in the trap house, they grabbin' packs now So we running out the back now, we in the whip now Ye-Ye-Yea we finna speed off, do the dash now We just hit that lick and now we flexing all his packs now Yea, sippin lemonade, double cup, like Beyonce Cuz' I been hitting licks and now I want a fiancé This choppa it's gon' kick, It blow your crib in like it's Bombay Letras de cancionesI've been getting money, so I do not want your comments (Yea!) Yo man is a goofy & he think he gonna stop me I've been making heat, bullets hot, like some Taki's I've been in your crib, and your girl gon' call me "Papi" This opp talk, I'm kicking in your house like Karate And I pull out with a scope, and then give it to my brothers I'm eating Dunkin Donuts posted up, I'm undercover Cus' I've always been finnessin', see them coppas' and I'm ducking But I'm cracking all these opps, and I'm burning em' like some rubber (Yea!) T-T-Twelve tryna' blitz, brodie show me packs Twelve in the back, we bouta do the race, Gotta Blast In the past nigga, robbing for some cash nigga In the back nigga, with the mac nigga, don't get clapped nigga! You's a house nigga, I'm a trap nigga From Letras Mania