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Had to keep the birdies in the basement Feds came through and we ain't say shit Go and get it now 'cause I ain't patient Henny and the women, never chase it Nigga, it get chilly where we from I know you ain't really got a drum I be with your shorty, goin' dumb, uh I just popped a pilly, goin' numb, uh Ridin' in a Beamer and it's stolen Eatin' so my pockets gettin' swollen Money got your baby mama open Had to get my Cuban all golden Opps outside, it ain't safe, uh Chops on ride for the case, uh Fuck it, keep a Glock just in case, uh Closed casket, hit his face, uh I don't mean to talk about the violence But I'd rather do it than be silent, uh I be in the jungle with the lions Hatin' on the gang, a nigga firin' Henny out the bottle, I don't pour up I be with the keys like Sora Chillin' with the apes like Dora You gon' need a tomb like Lara Fuck it, take a flight out to Cabo Letras de cancionesI might have to buss it 'cause your shorty is a thot ho I ain't got a limit, feel like Fabo I'm already spinnin' so I'm yellin', "Bitch, swallow" Had to keep the birdies in the basement Feds came through and we ain't say shit Had to get it now 'cause I ain't patient Henny and the women, never chase it Nigga, it get chilly where we from I know you ain't really got a drum I be with your shorty, goin' dumb, uh I just popped a pilly, goin' numb, uh Ridin' in a Beamer and it's stolen Eatin' so my pockets gettin' swollen Money got your baby mama open Had to get my Cuban all golden Opps outside, it ain't safe, uh Chops on ride for the case, uh Fuck it, keep a Glock just in case, uh Closed casket, hit his face, uh I don't mean to talk about the violence But I'd rather do it than be silent, uh I be in the jungle with the lions Hatin' on the gang, a nigga firin' From Letras Mania