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Ayy, man, let's get it I can pay the bail I will never tell on my dog I was mixing in Baking soda blend with the raw Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him but you flawed Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck niggas takin' off? This for real, ain't no deals Niggas payin' what it cost Know some scammers They can get you right Just pay 'em for the sauce Say you broke, ain't got no money Damn, sorry for your loss I'm a business man I can buy your bitch and write her off Bitch, I write her off Creepin' up outta my box Rippin' 'em up with a saw Move with the wind like a phantom, I stand in the shadows and pop out the cut with the bars Dearly departed, I mark 'em, I'm parkin' the whip and I'm hoppin' out under the stars They don't really want it but they really gonna get it 'cause I'm in this too deep, bitch, I've come just too far Itty bitty motherfuckers really be the ones Letras de cancionesWith the dreams of a drop top Never gonna pop off, off top I can think about a couple of motherfuckers that wanna put a bullet in my lockbox Hop off of my cock, bitch You never gonna be me, see me Pussy boy flee me Four deep in the G to the O-D-Z-I and the double-L-A, baby Uh, and I'm back in this bitch Flow game cold like a MAC in this bitch Ain't nobody really wanna dance with the kid Got the game fucked up when I'm rappin' 'n shit Like how this young mothafucka from the 86 really gonna make hits? Bitch, I'm doin' my thang, I'm makin' a bag A mothafucka really gotta think about his own damn biz man For the bands We gon' make 'em dance I got business out in Cali, 'bout twelve hours 'til I land Bitch, yo' music just ain't selling, well, I guess that's just too bad Though the come up was so telling what goes up must always land You a fad, bitch I can pay the bail I will never tell on my dog I was mixing in Baking soda blend with the raw Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him but you flawed Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck niggas takin' off? This for real, ain't no deals Niggas payin' what it cost Know some scammers They can get you right Just pay 'em for the sauce Say you broke, ain't got no money Damn, sorry for your loss I'm a business man I can buy your bitch and write her off Thug niggas Nun but drug dealers Hypnotized Now they in love wit' us Fucking up clubs wit' us Smoking strong Got sum bud wit' us Cough up a lung wit' us Don't get sent off like a dove, nigga We got subs, nigga Sub machines Not Jersey Mike's I choose violence Stand and fight Folding chairs and Throwing them hands Would've been the best time of my life How many hoes You gave a chance Then found out That they not right How many niggas gon' switch up When you do sum They don't like Now they gotta terminate on site Dirty up my Sprite Drop me some codeine Pop me a all night flight Big bag of money in sight Riots we incite Fires we ignite Try us it get tight Lose yo' life Cooking up In a lab like Dexter Middle fingers up Yeah, that's my gesture Cut from a cloth This not your texture That's yo' bitch Then why did I text her? I can pay the bail I will never tell on my dog I was mixing in Baking soda blend with the raw Niggas fake as hell, actin like you him but you flawed Why the real dyin' Why the fuck niggas takin' off This for real Ain't no deals Niggas payin' what it cost Know some scammers They can get you right Just pay 'em for the sauce Say you broke, ain't got no money Damn, sorry for your loss I'm a business man I can buy your bitch and write her off From Letras Mania