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I don't play fair He was lackin’, I caught his son at the daycare Pick him up Actin' like I don't play with sticks and stuff (Duse makin’ slaps true) I'm the don, I John Gotti shit Catch a body with me or a body for me Your bitch is hot and lonely, the stick from Wyoming He want some smoke with me, I gave him glaucoma Ain't no stocks on it, my club is mops only This a prop gun, not a shotgun Here come the cops comin', spin the block for me These niggas dick riders, this shit is not normal You a pot smoker, not a Glock owner Bitches flock for me, spin the block for me You a pot smoker, not a Glock owner Bitches flock for me, spin the block on him You a pot smoker, not a Glock owner Bitches flock for me, spin the block on him Fake tough, I'ma sеnd a couple shots to him Anything you see me doin', it is not normal You a pot smoker, not a Glock ownеr Bitches flock for me, spin the block for me Fake tough, I'ma send a couple shots to him Anything you see me doin', it is not normal Shit, nigga, anything you see me doin’, it is not normal Letras de cancionesFake tough, I’ma send a couple shots to him If I tell her spin, she gon' spin the block Bet I get him ’fore he ever ever send a shot It's a lot of foreigns and some pistols in the lot All that talkin' on the 'Gram, that’ll get you got And lately I been comin' fucked up I got a hundred in the drum, it hold a hundun You like my shoes? Bitch, they Off-White And I ain't even tryna hear about your hard life (Bitch) You a pot smoker, not a Glock owner Bitches flock for me, spin the block on him Fake tough, I'ma send a couple shots to him Anything you see me doin', it is not normal You a pot smoker, not a Glock owner Bitches flock for me, spin the block for me Fake tough, I'ma send a couple shots to him Anything you see me doin', it is not normal Shit, nigga, anything you see me doin', it is not normal (We know the truth) Fake tough, I'ma send a couple shots to him Bitch, you fake tough, get you taped up Let the K bust, leave you shaked up You a funny guy, you really weigh somethin' He from the Stinc Team, ooh, man, I hate blood When I'm in a foreign, I be speedin', doggy Got it on me even if you can't see it on me Why you hate me? 'Cause I'm up and gettin' rich, huh? And you the type to cry about a bitch, huh? Put a drum on it, who wan' run from me? Bring the guns in here, he got his son in here We let him live, but he couldn't keep his underwear Strip a nigga, flip a nigga Trip a nigga, chip a nigga You'll die, put it on my Christian sneakers He got moves, hit him with the Justin Bieber I love my chopper 'cause it gives me jungle fever Fuck the rap shit, before this, I done been on You ain't on shit, I bought a whip, you just rent, huh? Loyal to the soil, I can tell you gon' bend, huh? You gon' bend, huh? You a pot smoker, not a Glock owner Bitches flock for me, spin the block on him Fake tough, I'ma send a couple shots to him Anything you see me doin', it is not normal You a pot smoker, not a Glock owner Bitches flock for me, spin the block for me Fake tough, I'ma send a couple shots to him Anything you see me doin', it is not normal Shit, nigga, anything you see me doin', it is not normal Fake tough, I'ma send a couple shots to him From Letras Mania