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(That's Chucks) Yeah, yeah Hunch' (Yeah, yeah) In New York I'm in Botega Hit the deli then bodega Smokin' zaza, that's for flavors (Smokin' zaza, that's for flavors) They bought rusties, I bought stainless Got the AP and the stainless One for casual, one for haters (Grrah) Hunch' We got workers with no papers, if the police tryna pin it Then it's straight up immigration Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Five years with no vacation, reup very frequent So the bando isn't vacant (Vacant) In the streets I don't pay no tax (Yeah, yeah) In the streets I was good in maths (Yeah, yeah) And the streets knows that I do not cap (Yеah, yeah) Amiris Jeans, that's a bag on my lap (Yeah, yеah) [?] it got me too attached (Yeah, yeah) BMW's and Bentleys and Wraiths (Yeah, yeah) Guess today is fuck up the bank (Yeah, yeah) Wicked (Wicked) We don't cap but this shit fitted (This shit fitted, no cap, uh) Letras de cancionesWhen I talk, I tell her listen (I tell her listen) Listen (Listen) I don't care about no image, Hunch' I give pictures to my nitty, Lenny Really with it (With it) Stainless, burner, you go missin' (Grrah) From them trenches got my blessings My brothers with me and there's nothin' that I'm fearin', yeah (Yeah, yeah) Hunch' Yeah, yeah Hunch' (Yeah, yeah) In New York I'm in Botega Hit the deli then bodega Smokin' zaza, that's for flavors (Smokin' zaza, that's for flavors) They bought rusties, I bought stainless Got the AP and the stainless One for casual, one for haters (Grrah) Hunch' We got workers with no papers, if the police tryna pin it Then it's straight up immigration Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Five years with no vacation, reup very frequent So the bando isn't vacant (Vacant) From Letras Mania