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4 AM, I'm out here smokin' on that noodie I see the sun rise now it's time to keep it movin' You niggas ain't a threat who you thought you was behoovin' I'm riding through the county on me bumpin' old music I pulled up on my momma just to see what they was doin' I'm headed out to eat, I jus ate but I'm hungry I ain't finna play wit none of you niggas or ya homies He said he wouldn't run, found out that was bologna Bitch Yea nigga, hell yea, send him off a cliff She said I drove her crazy told that bitch to get a grip I got the F80 just to add it to the whips I pull up to the car me smokin' on a fifth If I let you slide then consider that a gift If I'm fuckin' with her let her book a lil trip Ion remember nothin' but I bet I wont forget If he run up on me let that old boat rip They thought I was sketchy; why his hand on his hip? Stage 2 tuned hit the pop when I dip Imma raise a cup for the hood and take a sip Imma have a fucking blast crash the event Imma tell it to the class he ain't really rich Piccadilly eating ass niggas talking shit They was in the club smokin' only one skimp Letras de cancionesWhen I get a steak I need a side of grilled shrimp Or go get the crab legs, butter up the bitch I ain't even flex I will butter off the bitch She wanna pull up jus cuz' the accent Ion give a fuck don't give me ya two cents Imma give it to a junkie like he needed it She looked up at me and said "you so conceited-ed" He said he was comin' but I'm not believin' it You bitch From Letras Mania