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Mhmh Beow, beow, beow, mhmh Uh (I love Chris Rich) Beow, beow, listen Two-two, double-O, like it's 10 PM I got no bail, went straight to pen I heard my man's talkin' smoke in the wok Till I bucked that gem (Dickhead) On God, jailhouse won't see me again (Nope) I boassed, I boassed up on my block Made it pop till I beat it again Quick, soak him, pree up again, quick Look, anytime when we do that trip I boot, I boot loaded sticks When me and my brodie step with a two-two Ran in the pitch, run off Bare grown men can't handle the fame, so they hate on the kid I can't talk on the shit that I did You know dem man converse with the pigs VS1 on my two-stone pendant Drive out, we greet ya nice, we're fencin' He wants a BBQ, don't mention Hop out the C32 with my bredrin Nine or the HLB with the enders Letras de cancionesEnd man quick cah these witness are blenders (End man) HB4, it was us man, bottles and books and a jailhouse pension I heard there's packs, there's a stain in the bits, of course I'll clean up the yard like chores (Clean up) You wan fuck with my re up, beat up the yute man And don't take no draws I can't deal with the jail law, behind them doors Get bent beyond reasonable force You can get clapped like a round of applause No cap, jail cats in the gates indoors Endorse on tools, I don't speak to the porks So they take me to docks, my QC's bought Had to pay the depos' That DayDates cool, I can pay, what's the cost The opp boys talk We can walk that Crocodile teeth in Lacoste The paigons cross cah they don't make dosh Better PYG if we glee that block Only VIP up in DXB, I'm a gulag Boss Tweak on tour cah we make shit pop Like TNT when we beat out teeth on explosive blocks (Bow bow) Dis brownskin's leng, but she don't give top cah she love lip gloss She's on her own ting with her own Datejust Ballers can't cuff Yo, she wanna be with a G, I'm chuffed Mhmh (I love Chris Rich) From Letras Mania