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Fuck you Fuck you, come up here then Awww wow Big Pussy You guys ready? Yo yo Shut yo bitch ass up nigga (uh) Fuck you to anyone that claim that they got me When my heart was low,it turn kami-kamikaze I'm taking back my gallery, I'm finna spaz The truth is everything we need Can we agree with that? The group is back without being on the album (huh) I'm back and ready Ciarian had to bring it out me (huh) I love to hate but these days I'ma keep it classy (huh) Niggas I've made, I like to see them boys surpass me (huh) Flavor Flav with the way we keep it nasty (huh) Jesus my savior, own my masters like Master P I can't explain it dawg, you know that's how magic be You gotta bring it if you getting on a track with me This shit a classic, ain't evеn been out a week The show is over nigga, pleasе stop harrasing me Stop asking me It's bad enough I have to deal with this tragedy On my own What (on my own) Letras de cancionesWhat (on my own) On my what (on my own) No (on my own) No (on my own) Listen to me nigga Ooh boy, you still a bitch boy You ain't doin' shit boy This that murder shit boy This that learn to destroy The label needed 35 minutes of music It's the true shit Faggot nigga out of Houston Doin', whatever the fuck I'm supposed to do And moshpit at the shows Surprised we ain't get sued man Crowds go loco, we lean into their amusement After shows taking photos with all the new fans I dont roll solo need the crew to manuver Through the loose and dark and spark kinda kinda movements Injectin hope into a generation Of a lotta bunch of lonely motherfuckers sitting waiting We ain't taking all them punches to the fucking faces Just to let some fuck nigga come around and say some fake shit My every day lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle Can't nobody tell me shit I made it out the jungle My every day lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle Came down swinging, now dont nobody move a muscle My every day lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle Came down swinging, now dont nobody move a muscle From Letras Mania