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(It's Brooklyn) Keep it tall Y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with Badass, man (Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger) Move out my way, before this get violent! (Move, move, move) Get the fuck out my face, you don't want these problems! (Move, move, move) Uh, yeah This that… 24 left on that shock clock Clutchin' on my five-five Aim that shit right your top 5 Shooting my shot, I won't miss I'm on his matha CLICK-CLACK! Me and your bitch We stay connected like Wi-Fi I never lie on my dick She ain't a stripper but she want me leavin' a tip Did you get that? Don't let it go over your head This ain't Sci-Fi I got the game in a Hurricanrana Letras de cancionesWalk out the booth and it look like a sauna Whoo-oooh They seen me on TV so they know that I'm with the drama We ain't got nothin' in common You kill 'em with kindness, I kill 'em with commas Acting like I don't see comments Excuse me, who are you, again? ¿Como te llama? You are not my friend and I am not the Daila Lama I keep a couple of choppas They call me Joey Montana 'Fore we have problems, bitch! Move out my way, before this get violent! Get the fuck out my face, you don't want these problems! Move out my way, before this get violent! Get the fuck out my face, you don't want these problems! More money more problems Me and my partners, we took a trip to the islands We don't chill at the Ramada, that's ghetto I just got back and wildin' Looking for opps, if you see 'em, tell 'em I said, "Hello" These niggas must be in hidin' These niggas must be reminded That they are not on my level Bitch I'm high up like falsetto Bury 'em deep and I don't need a shovel I am a God, how could I worship the devil? This that Olympic Gold medal shit This is black excellence Make it look effortless Fuck out my face, I ain't tryna settle this Shoot for the stars Bitch, I could never miss Ain't giving no fuck like I'm celibate Bitch, I'm (hot) (hot) like a teakettle get I'm at my boiling point Smoke a opp when I'm rolling my joint Full speed, I won't stop for the oink GT3 go erst, erst Make my opps so thirst, thirst Leave em dead in the dirt, dirt Put 'em all on a shirt, shirt Ima hit 'em where it hurt, hurt Move out my way, before this get violent! Get the fuck out my face, you don't want these problems! Move out my way, before this get violent! Get the fuck out my face, you don't want these problems! From Letras Mania