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Don't know what you thought this was But you gonna have to die about it Fuck up the place with blood Who you calling a bitch? This bitch run shit so you best run This bitch no play, this bitch know guns This bitch no die, you this bitch son This bitch gonna be the last one This bitch boss Came for the neck, who next? No mercy, you not shit This bitch boss She came in the game, no flex Finna leave the game with yo rep This bitch boss Call her out, her name wrong step Step up, gut you, then dip This bitch boss Come in talking that shit And you gonna have to die about it Who the fuck want war? Come through killing everything, leave the credits for the boards Yeah, I'm talking billboards, type of shit you can't afford, nigga I'm runnin' laps round these bitches when I'm bored, nigga Letras de cancionesSilent killers get it poppin', nigga, gang gang Got my foot up in your ass like a G-string Since we talking, better send a straight deposit I ain't claiming shit if I ain't even profit, you feel me? I've been the boss, kill 'em off, never say shit Bitches better miss me with that fake shit Forgive me if I'm blind because I only got my mind on the mill I ain't worried well unless you sign a deal Said I'm looking for the pen, I ain't tryin' to make amends Yeah I see the money talk, you ain't even making sense Keep a killer on my right, killer Cam, what we finna do? Knock these bitches off, and that's simply for the principle This bitch boss Came for the neck, who next? No mercy, you not shit This bitch boss She came in the game, no flex Finna leave the game with yo rep This bitch boss Call her out, her name wrong step Step up, gut you, then dip This bitch boss Come in talking that shit And you gonna have to die about it Runnin' thangs, you been a lame, but never mind my forte I call this shit my beauty shop 'cause bitch press like Jorge Stick a pull, you better bop that penny pipe, no crack rocks Back to back like ass shots and still made it my mascot I double dutch on hot shit and bleed him out his wallet When I'm done with him, no leftovers, just cut them off no pockets Can't call me out my name, nigga, just kill shots and gang gang Don't start shit that's suicide, like lighter fluid and propane Call me at my prime time like sandwiches at Popeyes I call this shit my antidote and rock it like it's tie-dye I'm a playa but I been awoke like mama when it's bedtime Drop 'em like a bar of soap and fuck a nigga west side Can't never get too comfortable 'cause I ain't got no mercy for him Put him in my body bag just like I got the Birkin on him Fuck you thought this shit was? Second-guess your taste buds I took the spot, it's game over, never mind who next up This bitch boss Came for the neck, who next? No mercy, you not shit This bitch boss She came in the game, no flex Finna leave the game with yo rep This bitch boss Call her out, her name wrong step Step up, gut you, then dip This bitch boss Come in talking that shit And you gonna have to die about it Do you like scary movies? What's your favorite? That phone sex the problem you should stay with The pillow talking can get you carted away quick You murder artists come harder, shouldn't say shit Lest you ready to back it up why you play with The fairer sex fairly quick, get your brain split Full sets stuck in your chest with grace '96 Neve Campbell, the TV set on your face, shit This bitch boss Came for the neck, who next? No mercy, you not shit This bitch boss She came in the game, no flex Finna leave the game with yo rep This bitch boss Call her out, her name wrong step Step up, gut you, then dip This bitch boss Come in talking that shit And you gonna have to die about it From Letras Mania