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What's up Moe, 'cause when the fuck you started talkin' like that? Bitch What? Fuck you mean Moe? Hahahaha (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe) Don't get me started, bitch, yo' pussy ain't more than a quarter I was in that party, bitch, I was cussin' like I ain't no artist (Mm) I was pullin' larceny, nigga, I'm slidin' and duckin' apartments I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga Boy, you ain't even have a gang, G got to stand for garbage, nigga Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga You was comin' to class early, everytime I was tardy, nigga You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain't even started, nigga A-A-Ain't never been to Cali', ten seven hundred, I ain't even cappin' Mike tell me a bitch said, "L-O-L," on me, I ain't even laughin' These pussy niggas takin' extra Ls, they really lackin' If I had to choose between trap or rap, on God, I'm trappin' If I had to choose between fightin' or shootin', I'm goin' for clappin' Might take your bitch for ransom, roll her up and go kidnap her You know I ain't chasin' hoes, I'm out of breath like I got asthma I'm gettin' money like chicken man's son, but ain't no snapper I'm bendin' the corner, whippin' the ghost through this bitch like I'm Casper I'm drinkin' den, now lil' baby cuttin' this shit here dapper I told my bitch I'll take my time, I don't know how to change no Pamper Letras de cancionesBut, I could be yo' man and run the streets, and still be a rapper Don't get me started, bitch, yo' pussy ain't more than a quarter I was in that party, bitch, I was cussin' like I ain't no artist (Mm) I was pullin' larceny, nigga, I'm slidin' and duckin' apartments I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga Boy, you ain't even have a gang, G got to stand for garbage, nigga Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga You was comin' to class early, everytime I was tardy, nigga You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain't even started, nigga Don't get me started, nigga, I'll bust a move and up my rat' If I can fuck it, bitch, don't play, you know you fuckin' ain't Bitch can't even hit the BnB, you ain't fuckin', what you think? I'm thuggin' hard, but, to my mama, she still think I'm a saint Uh, nigga tryna rob my boat, don't know they gon' sink Uh, nigga try to bend that road, on God, he gon' sing I be on they ass, all of these niggas like Pootie Tang And I just came in for that bag, I don't want the fame You know I'm raised up in this shit like Raising Kanan She said she full of Wizz, [?] give up the brain I'm young and turnt, I went bust down on that plane I ain't flew to Cali' since I lost one-fifty on that plane Don't get me started, bitch, yo' pussy ain't more than a quarter I was in that party, bitch, I was cussin' like I ain't no artist (Mm) I was pullin' larceny, nigga, I'm slidin' and duckin' apartments I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga Boy, you ain't even have a gang, G got to stand for garbage, nigga Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga You was comin' to class early, everytime I was tardy, nigga You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain't even started, nigga From Letras Mania