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(Beatfreakz) Yo I got all the baddest bitches in the picture now My youngen caught a murder, little nigga's different now But that's some shit that we ain't never gonna speak about But sometimes when he speaks, he just freaks me out All your niggas went to college, took the neeky route Little Fredo must be blind 'cause he ain't seen a drought Been out here since young and I ain't seen you out Kept it cool, I was never one to scream and shout She wanna leave, man, you might as well just wait and see I'm on the radio, it's hard to stay away from me I done sold every drug out here, A to Z We done sent many thugs out here, A and E You ever poked somethin' up and watch him tangle 'til he bleed? And all you're really hoping was no cameras in the street Hard times, I put a lot of magic in my keys But I told my [?], it's rawer than a salmon in the sea She wants to go to bed, we ain't having any sleep This nigga wants to talk, don't want salad with my beef These hammers ain't cheap, I spent 4 on a .44 She came in on two legs, now she's on all fours I started in the ends, look where I ended up We just started off as friends, how did it end in luck? Letras de cancionesThat's me whippin' down the ends, I'm in a Bentley Truck Niggas wanna envy us 'cause they ain't friends with us My bad little miss wanna misbehave Skipped school, sorry miss, I've been missing days In jail for a stabbing, now I'm missing bae Come home, go to Hatton and drop fifty K Yeah, we've been riding round the city with them go-go gadgets I don't keep 'em on me no more, it's my bro's that pack it When we jump out with sticks, niggas known to panic Got 'em movin' like my bitch, they be so dramatic I'm addicted, I got sellin' [?] habits I'm the drip kid, my neck got a load of carats So I roll with rabbits, ain't no tricks up my sleeve I got bricks up the street, thirty-two thousand to take it from me On my mother's life, I asked her where she get her bum from Say her mother's side, I guess your mum is nice My bitch is flawless but the hood I'm from is nothin' nice My nigga's touring, that's why my name's up there underlinded I tried cookin' crack a hundred times before I done it right That's a lot of quarters down the fuckin' pipe She's watchin' TV in the Bentley 'cause it's fun inside Smokin' weed in the house 'til I get puffy eyes Yo, I started in the ends, look where I ended up We just started off as friends, how did it end in luck? That's me whippin' down the ends, I'm in a Bentley Truck Niggas wanna envy us 'cause they ain't friends with us My bad little miss wanna misbehave Skipped school, sorry miss, I've been missing days In jail for a stabbing, now I'm missing bae Come home, go to Hatton and drop fifty K From Letras Mania