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(Let's get it, yeah) Walking in is not the time Two-door coupe told that bitch to hop inside Where I'm from some niggas don't make it out alive Gotta ask yourself man is you down to die. (woah) Or ride... for mine I've been out here doing this drugs I did lost my mind And I started looking for love, all these bitches growl I know that we finna be up, I can see the signs Big rims I gotta tiptoe (tiptoe aye) Big racks I gotta get more (get more aye) Cut money, it looked like this show Bitch outta fold, she like six-four These niggas bold Gotta keep that clip loaded Everything I say you know I wrote it I'm a fucking poet Niggas garbage put 'em on the fucking curb in the morning We gone kill 'em I ain't got no worries, get no fucking warrant How them young niggas came out the dirt, niggas start to wonder Lotta bills on me I can't count 'em. Shit get hard to number And I'm with the gunner got that blick, I kick just like a punter Hustle all winter, do the same thing every fucking summer (aye) Walking in is not the time Letras de cancionesTwo-door coupe told that bitch to hop inside Where I'm from some niggas don't make it out alive Gotta ask yourself man is you down to die. (woah) Or ride... for mine I've been out here doing this drugs I did lost my mind And I started looking for love, all these bitches growl I know that we finna be up, I can see the signs From Letras Mania