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Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga Codeine by the lean-er, pounds of gasolina and Griselda Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera In that cherry-red beamer, champagne two-seater Limo tint, John Cena Maxo Money Making Mitch More like Alpo, I go Rambo, watch me kill you for them bricks I keep that heater on my hip, love my nina, that's my bitch Down to drill like O'Neill, she'll kill you for them bricks Monkey nuts, banana clips, go Harambe for them chips Trappin' ain't dead, you snitch to feds, but them feds won't protect you Lettuce, bread on your head, dead your mans, tell him, "Catch up" Pull up gunnin', bullets flyin' over heads like projectors My flow vicious, every sentence over heads like projectors Tookie Williams with my crippin', overhead, boss lieutenant Hit your block with them chops, let off shots, we gon' spin it Hit your block with the mop, poppin' tops, we gon' cleanse it Shoot up your house with them Glocks, killin' everybody in it Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em Letras de cancionesWe was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga Codeine by the lean-er, pounds of gasolina and Griselda Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera In that cherry-red beamer, champagne two-seater Limo tint, John Cena Yo It's me behind limo tint, off a key that I triple flipped That's me with the broad with the foreign car and the big ol' tits That's me with the V that start at three, then shift to six That's me with the eighty carat VS piece with the big ol' chips I'm the reason there's work back home, I'm the reason these niggas rich I'm the reason these haters poppin', they swing on this big ol' dick I'm the reason these trappers back, tell Zack he should get a flick And we need this wide angle, and make sure you get the kicks I look like I'm worth the guapo, I look like I work for Chapo My bitch worth a few hundred K, my neck worth a Murcielago I'm from the real nigga era where money don't certify you She thinkin' Del Frisco's, but she get a Birkin out you I fuck with niggas like Max', you fuck with niggas who rats Fans don't know the difference from song and what's really true facts My dog said he been to Wafi and Fevzi, he still ain't found a white watch I said, "Invest it all on white blocks," let's go Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga Codeine by the lean-er, pounds of gasolina and Griselda Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera In that cherry-red beamer, champagne two-seater Limo tint, John Cena Maxo Money Making Mitch From Letras Mania