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Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Deor) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, pull out, pull out, pull out Pull out, pull out, pull out, pull out I'm fuck on that ho, then I pull out (Pull out) We on demon time, when that Glock out (Glock out) I'ma sicko, 'bout to be a pop out (Pop out) Too much blood, shit, we can't stop now (Stop now) Drop down (Let 'em drop down, [?]) I'm not givin' up, bitch, I'm Pacquiao He think he the boss, I'ma take him down We (We), slide on that block with that G seventeen (G seventeen) We (We), slide on that block with that G twenty-three (We) Boy, you not thе Hulk like you mean, you just green All of thesе shooters, can't play for my team Rich nigga shooters, they slidin' with beams Pull out, I'ma fuck her, then take her to a cookout She already had a hotdog, it's just cooked now Them young niggas rode, they don't go by the book now Chopstick, biggest nigga in the hood get shook down (Yeah, yeah) I handle the beef like a chef, I think I could cook now She came around squid, I got the whole hood now (Yeah) He got his ass robbed shootin' dice, you shouldn't ever put down Can't knock a bitch up, I'ma pull out I'ma bust on her cheek like– From Letras Mania