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Clip long as an ironing board Heard it broke his spinal cord Rinky Dinky Records sent your contract what you signing for I got M's but want some more I sell dope got bricks galore On the road like eights and vogues Im gettin head from my favorite whore Bring a stick to every show Push the broom no mop and glow Told my goons to clear the room and kill ya soon ya gotta go Play ya lay, thats where you'll stay Try me be no where to go Pulled up at the Texaco Shot him in his testicles Turned him to a vegetable We fed him shells not vegetables We at the hospital cuz we heard you still in critical Double back triple back quadruple cut throat We dont give a fuck bout nothing Walk a nigga down sunday Throw it up magic monday Pockets full of money You a monkey nigga with monkey children Country boys be buckin love How I cook my wrist into it Letras de cancionesAll i think is money, i dont need no money Dont need no jewelery, loyalty or nothin, 1017 to embalming fluid Clip long as an ironing board Heard it broke his spinal cord Rinky Dinky Records sent your contract what you signing for I got M's but want some more I sell dope got bricks galore On the road like eights and vogues Im gettin head from my favorite whore Clip long as a pringle can Can’t get you we get your mane Don’t go playing with my bands We kidnap you like rickey tan I got bows aye by the the ton BKM we having fun Go no where without my gun You play I put a hole in one Got .223 and AR we hollering who want war with us That boy tuff up on the net but round us he a hoe to us I got rich off grass but I can't lie I middle man some dust My plug had em 28 you know I Scottie Pippen him Was born with some pimp in him His pops a hoe got simp in him This AK might rip through him He say my name don’t mention him My trap house it be rolling Even when I’m gone up on my tour You want it come and shop just have my money, swing my door Clip long as an ironing board Heard it broke his spinal cord Rinky Dinky Records sent your contract what you signing for I got M's but want some more I sell dope got bricks galore On the road like eights and vogues Im gettin head from my favorite whore From Letras Mania