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Yo, free Dave 118, free Ray TCM Free my niggas doing bullets, free my niggas doing ten Sipping black pinot made by a lady with a missing limb We overeating while you motherfuckers getting thin I'm outside looking flyer than a homerun My right hand, that's the shooter, he's a known gun My left hand's my right hand 'cause I'm a southpaw Disrespecting shit that I run in your house for People fuck up, they say you're changing if you don't forgive 'em I just forget 'em 'cause we moving at a different rhythm Absorbing wisdom from the Socrates prism As I breathe through the acropolis my life is never profitlеss Shaving truffles on the ziti Carlo Pazolini iced out thе Nefertiti Like shorties thick but petite, they got the little feet Nobody wants your fucking bitch, she's like the middle seat Sipping on the vino Time to crack the black pinot That's how I move nigga I'm a motherfuckin' smooth nigga Catch me on vacay holding the AK Catch me on vacay holding the AK Yo, the fifties look just like some bagged up Venice We had to roam, my niggas bagged up for years Letras de cancionesIf you was deep in the game we was really the same Get the whip, hit the strip, blast Billy and Fame I swear to God that was my daily routine, Dominican with cuisine Mori Suyando 117 in Jamaica Put yogi salt on rice and beans and then we get the paper All my niggas had a Breitling and a Cuban I still rock the same shit now but keep it moving Advancing looking handsome Cream Fila, my whole frame covered with lamb skin Back in '98 we used to rock Vans and diamonds dancing My wrist does the mashed potato Bag up zips, we take trips to Tobago Moved the fuego, circulated and then we lay low Dedicated to my niggas moving yayo Sipping on the Vino Time to crack the black pinot That's how I move nigga I'm a motherfuckin' smooth nigga Catch me on vacay holding the AK (It's me) Catch me on vacay holding the AK My shorty keep the gat in the Baby Phat jacket Driving down the strip in a Audi backwards I do my own stunts, hanging from the chapel with no fuss Sword down my leg, always ready for the close up Damn, a motherfucker done rose up I throw the part in my hair like Moses Big jewels, remote controllers My whole damn life there's no controllin' 'em Italian sportscars looking like soccer stars The new moon means a new me I see frackles in the mirror That's just my reflection when I hop out the Carrera Smelling like jungle Gold VVS's, deep dishes doing kung-fu If cop come I turn to Johnny Mumbles, shit From Letras Mania