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Nah, don't talk about prison, my niggas are full of them I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Don't like the opps when my lungs— No roller, we're taking the ped Roll out, now a paigon all dead They ain't come back, they're ravin' instead The opps must be in heaven shakin' their head And I come from a place it ain't safe to be fed Where they try sell it, then take it instead You're cuffin' them hoes, you're making arrests She givin' me blows, she takin' a risk You know me, I just keep it humble This summer's cost me rondos Real trap boy, I was on phone to Nosmonso Yo, I was distributin' balls like Alonso (Turn up) I can't believe I'm talkin' millions in these convos Three car convoys fly like a Concorde (Suh-suh-suh-suh) I can't see through these shades, they Tom Ford (Suh-suh-suh) I used to feed the seagulls in Portland Letras de cancionesHad a grey don shell V's like Jonjo Nah, don't talk about prison, my niggas are full of them I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them Nah, don't talk about prison, my niggas are full of them I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them Gave him a one, but he wanted a quarter New watch clear like a bottle of water I got a spa in the building, so when the gang drillin', they pop in my sauna Four and a baby's a popular order Paid for the four, I might drop you the daughter Slice up the opps, I get lots of them tortured Then flew past some opps, I got lots of them awkward Thameside visit or I bring the dully in To sawn-off shotguns filled up with Duracell's We catch the opps and then that's a news bulletin Ever turned your white Air Force into Louboutins? My batch old school, them niggas new to this (Suh-suh) She told me she love how my Cuban sit The games get faster and furious (One) This shit got me feeling like Ludacris (Turn, turn, turn) Nah, don't talk about prison, my niggas are full of them I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them Nah, don't talk about prison, my niggas are full of them I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them From Letras Mania