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Ha Nah, for real Ha I get nigga hit, if you rich then a blitz Nigga, quit talkin' shit, bitch, get in the mix I could show a nigga how to get rich with a split Turn a nick to a brick, lil' bitch, I'm the shit Been lit since a jit, keep blicks in the whip Think he beefin' with his grannie, he got hit with a switch Lawyer on speed dial, take a hit then repent We take shit to trial 'cause we get shit dismissed I'm the man in my city, I don't think these nigga hear me Not guilty, I just seen my young nigga on the jury Nigga fear me, kill 'em with my eyes closed, blind fury Fuck the beef if you tryin' to get some money, come get near me I'm a young money-gettin' nigga from the west side Put a switch on my Glock, it shoot like a tech nine I got ice water on my chest, ooh, I'm blessed, God You don't wanna stand next to me with no S.I.s I get two hunnid on the test trial 'cause I'm tied in I get brrr from the bird man, he gon' fly 'em in Tried to kill his ass, he told on me let me try again Told the hood I don't know what happened, I'll lie again Get nigga smacked, I got blicks big as Shaq I'm still in the trenches tryin' to get rid of sacks Letras de cancionesPull up to the BP and BP with a strap Micro with the kick back, I call this bitch Midget Mac I'm with a bad bitch, pussy good and she got ass My lil' bitch red, good head and she got class Lil' nigga shot my truck up, he got caught fast My last back end was twenty five thousand, all cash I'm a money gettin' nigga, I'm a Chrome Heart dealer I'm like fuck the new Benz, I'm a Mopar spinner I'm a bad bitch hitter, I'm a real go-getter Better focus on yourself if you ever seen me with her I fly the papi steak chef to me, I want some dinner I'm a hypocrite, send a blitz, kill 'em then repenter I'ma keep hustlin' every day 'cause I wanna be bigger I'm a hot head, hope you drop dead, I got a temper I'm the wrong nigga with a pistol, this bitch shoot a missile This bitch rip through tissue when it hit you, I'll come and get you Got my chopper chewin' like a dog, this bitch be done bit you Hope my chopper hit you, come back through again if I miss you Even my young nigga be playin' with that shitzu I threw my pistol, my favorite utensil I sell food, cut that boy with that Ginsu I stay off that 'Gram shit, be playin' with my mental She want a young nigga that get money She want a young nigga that be thuggin' She want a young nigga that get money Nigga, we'll shoot that chopper in public She want a young nigga that get money The AP came plain but I bust it She just want a young nigga that get money I just want a real bitch I can thug with She just want a young nigga that get money A young turnt nigga nobody can fuck with From Letras Mania