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A lot of people hatin' cuz I’m out here on my steezo Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo! Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll Come around me actin like a bitch and you get deeboed HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP Hold up, nah man fuck that shit Y'all can't match my motha fuckin hustle Y'all can't touch that shit like Hold up, hold up Act like yeee know I'ma keep it pushing till the wheels fall off the vehicle like Hold up, watch me blow up Still I rise up like my dough does, that’s fa sho, nuff Fuck that hoe stuff, y’all be on that never grow up I be on that never slow up, never die like how the crow does It don’t matter what you throw us, we go harder, y’all don’t know us C'mon step up to the plate them Majik Ninjas comatose ya And turn your body to a ghost of who you was before you showed up Talking shit to this professionals you know you can’t control us We been beasting on these beats since you was sleeping on the sofa At yo granny house All that goofy shit that ain't what family bout Killer hustle OG on my body, fuck a hand me down Every time I drop a track the ladies dropping pants down Wake up spit them nanny’s out, we been the shit they jamming out, let's go Letras de canciones A lot of people hatin' cuz I’m out here on my steezo Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo! Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll Come around me actin like a bitch and you get deeboed HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP Hold up, nah man fuck that shit Y'all can't match my motha fuckin hustle Y'all can't touch that shit like Hold up, hold up Act like yeee know I'ma keep it pushing till the wheels fall off the vehicle like Some of y'all need to switch to poultry Cause your beef tucked like upholstery We the legends y'all listen closely Grown men feeling hurt, mostly Glass lowered never wanna toast me Fire pit ready, mutha fuckas wanna roast me I'm a ghost see? So fuck who you are or you think I'm supposed to be I'ma star I'ma shine on 'em I'm a sunshine with a full smile, like I'm juvenile Raised eyebrow like wise owl You's a cum rag, like a dick towel I'ma fucked mind with a sick smile You's a simple mind, like an infantile You the same ol', I'ma flippa style I'ma burn em slow, like a black and mild Tell bitches I'm on it Like a hammer I smash my opponent Keep it sweet all around like a doughnut And they ignorant kids and they fuckin with grownups Like a tailor the industry sewn up At ya door like hold up (hold up) The east side up in this bitch, they done showed up Yelling planters then we ape up and go nuts A lot of people hatin' cuz I’m out here on my steezo Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo! Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll Come around me actin like a bitch and you get deeboed HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP Hold up, nah man fuck that shit Y'all can't match my motha fuckin hustle Y'all can't touch that shit like Hold up, hold up Act like yeee know I'ma keep it pushing till the wheels fall off the vehicle like How can I say what I need you to know, so I know that you know it for certain All that hate that you're blurting, we never gave it a fuck like a virgin I could go in like a surgeon and cut you to pieces with every word that I’m serving Career is deceased and I’m pullin the curtain Here go the sermon: blah blah blah, cremate em, burn 'em I was livin in the dark with the hearts of the fell aparts right from start Middle finger to the opp, it’ll never stop I don’t give a fuck if anybody wanted me to bring it up or not Fuck what you got Put that on pac I'ma be here when you rot Don’t interfere like a cop and just let us be us when we come an we bless up the spot Hold up a lotta people gotta lot to say about a lot of things almost everyday So much attention and missin direction, directed at someone you say that you hate Shit is so fake an it’s funny How we get the hate from Somebody who ain’t got a clue As to what it would take and just thanking about it Is making me get to a place where it’s when... You shoulda knew that the glue that would hold us together was stronger than ever Then you start to change like the weather, and not for the better You're missing two letters, it ain’t about you We are the family, sadly you are no longer a part, straight from my heart Who gives a fuck where it start Time to bring it to light in the dark A lot of people hatin' cuz I’m out here on my steezo Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo! Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll Come around me actin like a bitch and you get deeboed HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP Hold up, nah man fuck that shit Y'all can't match my motha fuckin hustle Y'all can't touch that shit like Hold up, hold up Act like yeee know I'ma keep it pushing till the wheels fall off the vehicle like HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll From Letras Mania