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(Rymez) I love my bro like cooked food, told him "Keep your head up" He got bagged in the obbo, man, that shit's a set up Everyday I get up, gotta get my bread up We was at them niggas necks, now these niggas fed up Corn make him sever, do it any weather Clip full of teeth and my gloves leater I got my shit together, different kinda set up Now the diamonds that I rock got her pussy wetter She want me, no other bredda, nothin' like these other breddas Free JBB, he's nothin' like these other breddas Maggie got locked and Tree and some other steppers Step with the mash or some—, and some other weapons Pour out Henny to celebrate life I might book a flight just to celebrate life Might not celebrate yours but I celebrate mine Cah I never had nothin', I was bangin' outside Us man really got pride, never let that slide Make her open wide, I go deep inside She wanna wine and dine but I ain't got time Don't talk to me about Tookie 8, my slime Don't talk to me about juggin', I'm on my grind Don't talk to me about her 'cause she ain't my wife I don't care about yours cah it ain't my life I was really over them sides tryna on sight guys Letras de cancionesLittle missus outta town, brown one, hot spice Big breast, round arse, small waist, thick thigs She loves a surprise, pull up, surprised Pulled up with the gang, you shoulda seen niggas eyes They didn't know me when a nigga started rapping Now I'm rappin', got everybody tapped in Why they rappin'? Why them niggas cappin'? Pullin' up with smoke, they don't know what happened I got bitches from the old days and I got new ones Disturbing the game, I'm a nuisance Kinda miss the old days but I like the new ones Kinda miss my old watch but I like my new one They didn't know me when a nigga started rapping Now I'm rappin', got everybody tapped in Why they rappin'? Why them niggas cappin'? Pullin' up with smoke, they don't know what happened I got bitches from the old days and I got new ones Disturbing the game, I'm a nuisance Kinda miss the old days but I like the new ones Kinda miss my old watch but I like my new one Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Niggas know that we winning Niggas know that the GB's got the city locked The streets ain't even the streets no more You got niggas thinkin' they're bad boys over some clout, ha Young niggas spending Rolex money on drip Spendin' drip money on hammers, what you know? Free my fucking niggas man, uh (Lekaa Beats) From Letras Mania