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(Ooh, ooh, grrt, ooh, ooh), Boat and Duke (Grrt) (Woah, woah) Duke Deuce (Grrt) (Woah, woah) Duke Deuce go crazy (What the fuck?) (Woah, woah) Slatt, Lil Boat, slatt (Woah, woah, grrt) Duke Deuce, Duke Deuce (Ayy, ayy) Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whippa (Pyrex) Duke Deuce go crazy (Where that hoe?) Put my dawgs on the line, man, I bet them boys eat (Grr) All this animosity, man, a nigga better not reach (Bitch) All this sneak dissin' so weak, see these niggas, better not speak (Pussy) Even though I'm booked for shows, I'ma still hit the streets (I'ma still hit the streets) Hеavy metal, rock 'n roll, got the choppa on the sеat (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt) Hell nah, I can't go, I'm a motherfuckin' G (G) I make money when I speak (Yeah) Keep them Reeboks on my feet (My feet) Let them toys tell a story, I keep Woody next to me (Grr) [?], I'm impressed GD's the set, middle finger to the fed Bust through this bitch like a wreck Shoot in the head, we ain't aimin' at no leg All these clothes, this shit gettin' cashed out (Gettin' cashed out) Come in this mosh pit, you'll get smashed out (Get smashed out) Clear, this ice all real, you will get capped out (Get capped out) Lil' bitch gave me head, got cashed out (Yeah) Letras de canciones All the dogs on the line, man, I bet them boys eat All this animosity, know a nigga better not reach All this "Mister Gangster" tough talk, he saw us and tires screeched Even tough my image clean, half my niggas from the skreets, check me out Niggas want smoke, other hoes ain't doin' that (Boom) Hit 'em one time, want your FaceTime, get 'em back (Grrt) Baby duffel bigger than a purse, hold a hunna racks Fuckin' this bitch in 3M, gon' have to double back (Ugh) I got a whole lotta-whole lotta-whole lotta (Whole lot) I got a whole lotta everything My bitch [?] the weddin' ring (Yup) Send my side bitch on the Bentley chain (Slatt) I ain't lovin' 'em, baby, not cuffin' em Niggas sneak-dissin', we wish they speak up Racks on me, lil' V'd up (Racks) Middle finger my old teachers Nigga, we pop-up boys (Pop) Yeah, runnin' this shit (Run) Yeah, runnin' that bitch up, pour hunnid, half on the wrist Put my dawgs on the line, man, I bet them boys eat (Beep, Boat) All this animosity, man, a nigga better not reach (Rr) All this sneak dissin' so weak, see these niggas, better not speak (Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Even though I'm booked for shows, I'ma still hit the streets (Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck) From Letras Mania