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I took a bubble bath, and grip my '44 up off the dresser Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree (dwilly I'm scared) I took a bubble bath, and grip my '44 up off the dresser Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree-spree-spree-spree Ay, ay, I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop tha' trunk Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it Runnin', poppin', 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets .30 keep it in (Ay), can't stop I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go Spillin' blood, it's a race and I'm always needin' more Homicide on my mind, why you think your 'bout to die? See the Freddie in your room and your 'bout to meet the doom Pop it, pop it, rock it, suck it Walk his 30 bullets knock I've got it Pop it, rock it, shuck it, 100 bands up in my wallet He be talkin', talkin', talkin', take the money from his pockets Pistol got it, watch it, stop it, watch it, watch it, where you walkin' little bitch I don't wanna fuck, I don't wanna fuck sticks Pop it out tha' truck, pop it out tha' truck kiss Own this .44 I bring the magazine The paper coming up the blue and green is what you lackin' Letras de canciones I-I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop tha' trunk Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it Runnin', poppin', 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets .30 keep it in (Ay), can't stop I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go Spillin' blood, it's a race and I'm always needin' more Homicide on my mind, why you think your 'bout to die? See the Freddie in your room and your 'bout to meet the doom R-rock steady, Glock heavy, I just wanna get it goin' Speed it down now get a grip Where's my gun?, it's on my hip, off the rip I just wanna break it down and make it flip On your block, I'ma bout to pop it off and make it flop G-get it off the get go, I need more money, oh no I rob the plug and do the dash and hit the gas and almost crash They never see me coming, I just took 'em by surprise Little did he even know, he's about to meet demise Ay, I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop tha' trunk Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it Runnin', poppin', 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets .30 keep it in (Ay), can't stop I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go Spillin' blood, it's a race and I'm always needin' more Homicide on my mind, why you think your 'bout to die? See the Freddie in your room and your 'bout to meet the doom Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree- Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree-spree- From Letras Mania