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Ayy-ayy, yeah Huh-huh, Cal the Wild Bitch (6lement) Hey Every day is like B-day with gang Keep the flames on the candles and cut cake (Ayy) I'm from the block with the robbers, my bro caught a body, they sent that boy upstate (Damn) Got anxiety, bitch, I been up late I was starvin', now, I gotta dumb play Keep it comin', it's never enough hate I been wildin', bitch, I been a nutcase (Boom) Feds get behind me, I speed up the one-way (Skrrt) Knew that I'd make it out one day Knew that I'd make it out some way Ayy, we trappin' Monday to Sunday From the street life, ain't that hard, yeah Hundred racks on a NASCAR I ain't got no feelings, I'm that hard, yеah Shawty want my black heart (Woo) I remembеr ridin' my school bus, yeah, gettin' out [?] I ain't never needed my shoes tucked, they forgot that part The 'Cat got red eyes, this a lil' fast car, yeah (Fast car) Caught him on a dead [?] yeah, get that far (Boom) Ayy, fucked up a million times, that's 'cause my head hard (Head hard) Letras de cancionesAyy, all these niggas tough until that lead spark (Lead spark) Rapper wanna beef with me, another dead star Hope my shooters on his ass won't get a headstart I pop out with the chop', don't get cut up We tend to pop up and cut up Ain't got no money? Then shut up Bitch, I be posted like, "What up?" (Ayy) Glocky on me, I got one up He wanna play with me, I pick the gun up (Boom ,ayy) Bitch, I'ma trap 'til the sun up Bitch, I been busy, got money to run up (Ayy) Every day is like B-day with gang Keep the flames on the candles and cut cake (Ayy) I'm from the block with the robbers, my bro caught a body, they sent that boy upstate (Damn) Got anxiety, bitch, I been up late I was starvin', now, I gotta dumb play Keep it comin', it's never enough hate I been wildin', bitch, I been a nutcase (Boom) Feds get behind me, I speed up the one-way (Skrrt) Knew that I'd make it out one day Knew that I'd make it out some way Ayy, we trappin' Monday to Sunday From the street life, ain't that hard, yeah Hundred racks on a NASCAR I ain't got no feelings, I'm that hard, yeah Shawty want my black heart (Woo) They say, "Run that shit up," boy, I already did it I'm with some niggas, make millions and millions Put some blood in the street, made it harder to get it We don't squash over beef, we can link, get it finished Bitch, I'm really from now, [I'm not in a pantry?] Really stood in that rain, can't stand it Really slid on them blocks and was blammin' It ain't shit, get a fuck nigga vanished I can talk to the reaper like Bill & Mandy Millionaire and it just still ain't [dandy?] Got the world on my shoulders, this shit can get heavy I said, "Fuck it, I ain't trippin' 'bout shit, bitch, I'm ready" (I'm ready) Once a problem but that boy a veggie I was born in this shit, on my daddy Livin' life like some shit off a [belly?] You can come get the chop' like a deli I pop out with the chop', don't get cut up (Ayy) We tend to pop up and cut up Ain't got no money? Then shut up Bitch, I be posted like, "What up?" (Ayy) Glocky on me, I got one up He wanna play with me, I pick the gun up (Ayy) Bitch, I'ma trap 'til the sun up Bitch, I been busy, got money to run up Every day is like B-day with gang Keep the flames on the candles and cut cake (Ayy) I'm from the block with the robbers, my bro caught a body, they sent that boy upstate (Damn) Got anxiety, bitch, I been up late I was starvin', now, I gotta dumb play Keep it comin', it's never enough hate I been wildin', bitch, I been a nutcase (Boom) Feds get behind me, I speed up the one-way (Skrrt) Knew that I'd make it out one day Knew that I'd make it out some way Ayy, we trappin' Monday to Sunday From the street life, ain't that hard, yeah Hundred racks on a NASCAR I ain't got no feelings, I'm that hard, yeah Shawty want my black heart (Black heart) A black heart Uh, a black heart Black heart Want my black heart (Want my black heart) (Shawty want my black heart) From Letras Mania