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His mama died before he got to see the board again Them diss songs will make me suit up and go score again Go to the store, I need a pot that I can pour this in Straight to hell that's where I'm goin', like you ain't knowin' If she ain't hoein', I don't want her, you can keep her Niggas on the internet begging to meet the reaper I got all these screenshots of you begging me for a feature We don't follow followers home, we want the leader Same respect I give to a hustler, I give to Tweaka Same charge they give to the squeeza, they give the driver He ain't DOA when they found him, he went to Kaiser You could tell the difference VS's a lil' brighter He ain't spend no dub on that trinklet, bitch, you a liar I ain't fuck lil' mama, they told me that she on fire The lawyer ain't gon' get me out this one 'cause of the priors Drillers don't love me, they love when I send the wire Yeah, tell that boy zip with no Skelly, eye of the tiger Callin' just to see how you doing, free all the lifers His mama died before he got to see the board again Go to the store, I need a pot that I can pour this in Them diss songs will make me suit up and go score again When you was broke that envelope consisted more than ten It's HGM wit' me, more than this Letras de cancionesYeah, I be on my lonesome, only thing to keep me wholesome They fuck wit' me in Kentucky, they love me out there in Tulsa The worst feeling in the world is being sober Somebody get this man a badge, he the rollers Twenty plus without no smut, you niggas bogus Hit him anywhere above the neck, you get a bonus Never place popularity over motion Apparently we the dopest to ever come out the bity And we ain't tamper wit' nothin' except the titties I'm talkin' Cinnabon's on the blicky, they sitting pretty If buddy iffy, cut him off 'cause you don't need him Sent them bitches in the store for some magnums and then we leave him Over achieving, I really come from the bottom Before I put on this Rollie, I really put on my partners Love that nigga Parker, forever, that's on my mama First he gave me the Sig, then he gave me the choppa Round table meetin' politics and lasagna Or the truffle ravioli wit' the lobster You ain't activated, you actin', you need a Oscar Gang psychologically ill, niggas is stalkers I been skeemin' ever since the day we lost him While on your beanie ever since the day you crossed us From Letras Mania