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Really? Right Right Uh, yeah Italian flavors in my boots, they came from DM Put my outfit in the mausoleum (Uh) Forever I be rockin' 'til my jersery hangin' in the Colosseum I be in her guts, you in her DMs (Ah) Yellin, "Free my niggas, free my niggas, give 'em freedom" They ain't in jail, they in record deals This independent shit, kinda show you how that leverage feel Give you that big steeper feel, hold up It was a good day on a roll upIce Cube bangin', on a roll up The cake fill up, Cool, J Dilla, flippin' donuts (Uh) Twenty-eight grams, four-hundred-twenty short of a whole one (Uh) One bad purchasе'll sabotage your whole run "Let mе take that Reggie off your hand", said no one Tryna finesse the package get you hit with a cold gun Ridin' like Rusell, hit my horn when the dough come Irish man missions, keep a painter Dome some The team strong, tread life Put you on a plate, if the bread right Consignment had 'em like a dear in the headlights Letras de cancionesWould disappear and they be at your crib every night The team strong, tread life Put you on a plate, if the bread right Consignment had 'em like a dear in the headlights Would disappear and they be at your crib every night (Look, talk to 'em!) I'm pullin' up and I'm askin' 'em what it is (Ayo, what's poppin', nigga?) Then clappin' 'em in his side and fractured the nigga ribs (Boom-boom-boom-boom!) Takin' trips to the base and them packages to the crib (Huh?) Send 'em back and flip them packs, it's exactly what I just did (I ran that shit up), shit Tread lifes, Supreme red Nikes, VS ice on my neck, you can tell what my bread like (You see what I'm workin' with, bitch) You get your head in a vice, run that red light Head on collision with extendo, ain't no fair fight (Brrt!) A hundred carats in the pendant for a fair price (Ah) Pointers in the Cartiers made your bitch stare twice (I see you lookin', baby) It's Gary Payton and this blunt is to the face I could go pull a few hunnid out the safe, and that's thousands by the way My cake pilin' by the way Breakdown, ain't sellin' weight Eight pounds sellin' every day Eight-thousand in the bank (Woo!), stop that 456, shot that (Ah) Change the bank bag to a thousand, took a sip of my 'jac (Hahahahahahaha) Machine, nigga, I'm back (Yeah) The team strong, tread life (Yeah) Put you on a plate, if the bread right Consignment had 'em like a dear in the headlights Would disappear and they be at your crib every night The team strong, tread life Put you on a plate, if the bread right Consignment had 'em like a dear in the headlights Would disappear and they be at your crib every night From Letras Mania