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We gon' get a hotel room And then come back, fuckin' Who wants to come back Sunday? And stay 'till like Saturday, or whatever Yeah Yeah, fuck They saw the police, so the gave a heads up I know that most of y'all gon' do your job Some of y'all just want us dead I can’t tell the in-between, know that we gon' bend a right I'm in LA just for a visit, and a court date I had some shit that happened with my bitch but it was foreplay I'm childish, I mean ugh & I been fuckin' up but gettin' everything I dreamed of And dreamed of, Beamer, no, no, I'm sorry, beam her Peanut been high since granny made tomato plates, and Regis (Yeah) Peanut been high since BG & Miss Lisa heard him speakin' Peanut been high since daddy left him hangin' on the courts Thank God he found a pen before a pistol, but listen No favors, we like, was force to imagine, from no cable Your brother got that crack, but he won't let you Somebody got me hero for your nephew Some niggas gon look up and be your stepson Got high from my reflection Letras de cancionesUh-huh, it's on your head Uh-huh, it's on your head Uh-uh, it's on your head Uh-uh, it's on your head Uh-huh, it's on your head Uh-huh, it's on your head Uh-uh, it's on your head Uh-uh, it's on your head Uh-huh With two kids Told me I bet not be fuckin' with anybody Not fuckin' with anybody, come by, are we fornicatin? Like, you could be any titty on Jamie and Xanny On coffee and coke, truthful I got too much potential pressure pussy to enter I got few cuts, my wrists don't know if they should bleed or gleam On your knees for greed, tell my thieves some dreams And that lean codeine, yee Uh-huh, it's on your head Uh-huh, it's on your head Uh-uh, it's on your head Uh-uh, it's on your head Uh-huh, it's on your head Uh-huh, it's on your head Uh-uh, it's on your head Uh-uh, it's on your head Uh-huh From Letras Mania