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Damn, I'm like It's not that I don't want to talk to you, I'm just too high Too high to talk to you, for real (Sound different) Looking in my pockets, wondering why it got some knots in it I ain't capping, ain't you say you a shooter? Ain't shot nobody yet (Cap) Big cap, know the life you live a lot of façade in it (Cap) Niggas know I stay with juice like my name was Project Pat (Swear) Heard you made it out and lost it like you brought the projects back Sent my bro some dogfood, turned him to a copycat (Dig?) Sent lil' baby a football, stay in the pocket like quarterback Sippin' on some Morton Grove, too high to talk, I'll call you back The more I be sippin', the more I get fat (What?) The more I be whippin', thе more I get racks The morе that she spitting, the harder I get She melted my heart with a bottle of Tech She rubbed me like I'm a genie in bottle, she pushed it and showed it a little affection Nigga be owing me money and fiending, bitch, you know when I pull up, it's time to collect (What?) Go double codeine, it's time to get lit Go dump in the dump, I got Glock on the hip I'm not a slave, but got chains in the whip Spin the whole block, you gon' pay for this shit The chopper get sent to the grave off rip Yeah, we takin' his chains off rip Letras de cancionesChase him down the block, seventeen in clip You better watch how you be moving your lip Looking in my pockets, wondering why it got some knots in it I ain't capping, ain't you say you a shooter? Ain't shot nobody yet Big cap, know the life you live a lot of façade in it Niggas know I stay with juice like my name was Project Pat (What?) Heard you made it out and lost it like you brought the projects back Sent my bro some dogfood, turned him to a copycat Sent lil' baby a football, stay in the pocket like quarterback Sippin' on some Morton Grove, too high to talk, I'll call you back From Letras Mania