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(1209, please) Yeah Got Hood Baby with me, yeah Real Hood Baby, yeah (30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga) Woo, yeah No, me, I ain't struggled in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent But I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc' and they havin' bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no business with you Them bricks in the mattress, them birds in the attic Don't fuck with no peons, no mice, and no rabbits I fucked my old lady, got time for no capping And most of you rappers, y'all fuck on [?] My top [?], and all of my shooters, they action, no Jake's My ho, she cheatin' on me, but I can care less 'cause I'm trippin' all out in Cali' Letras de cancionesMy ho out in Cali', her hair match the [?] I'm chillin' with her friends, I'm livin' real Slatty These niggas big jokes, he say you want smoke We treat it like [?] we go laser-taggin' I hopped in the Rolls, the curtain was closed It filled with some [?] caddies No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls-Royce spider We put on big diamonds in traffic, just all I'm sayin' is No, me, I ain't struggled in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent But I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc' and they havin' bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no business with you Too slimy, we play with your mental Everybody eat but a rat miss a dinner They didn't want smoke, boy, we made 'em surrender Slept on the jet, me and [?] Pop one for the streets 'cause I really came from nothin' With 24, he heavy, that Slime, I be daily Equipped with them blickys, you trappin', we ready Equipped with this money and came with a [?] Off a Perc' and an Adderall, I feel meditated Straight out the hood, they killin' [?] Thousand betters, thousand, tell 'em to bet it Trackhawk, no Hemi', I really be gettin' it Ain't got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist I still eat at Denny's, this drip, we got plenty We dressin' like Virgo, come get dripped in 'Venchy That bitch ain't expensive [?], that ho for the gang, don't let that bitch trick you No, me, I ain't struggled in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent But I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc' and they havin' bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no business with you From Letras Mania