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A lot of y'all niggas not from the Eastside Let's put it like that A lot of y'all niggas was born Y'all niggas from the suburbs, just shut the fuck up and listen So you could get this money With your broke funny-lookin' ass Bitch Dog Shit Records Yeah, that's who you need to sign to Dog Shit Records You can tell it's me All black trucks, bitch, you can tell it's me I'm crawlin' through the street, Forgis on the SUV Bulletproof everything, no wastin' time, bitch You know what I'm becomin', you know what's goin' on Don't know what he sayin', ain't talkin' on no phone Thousand-dollar cologne I'm smellin' like a brick, I'm walkin' like a— Ghetto Yeah, all black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Yeah) Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Bulletproof the SUV) The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (Yeah) Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Dog Shit, nigga, yeah) All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Black trucks) Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Bulletproof the SUV) The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (You only seein' on TV) Letras de cancionesCome sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Come sign up) Black rubber bands on the dog shit, I like my money neat (I like my money neat) Black Chrome Heart glasses, clear tint so I could see (Uh-huh) Black Forgis on the black Rover, crawlin' through the street (Ghetto) It's black suits and black dresses, ever cross me, you deceased (Scary-ass nigga) I done seen it all, I done it all, you can't be talkin' shit to me (Can't be talkin' shit to me) You ever packed it up and stayed in small towns for some weeks? (Have you?) A bag of chips and some noodles the only thing you can eat? (That's all you can eat?) Just campin' out at a junkie house chasin' after cheese? (I remember that) I can speak this shit fluently, you know this shit is me (Know this shit is me) Fifty P's in the mail, you know we sold 'em in a week (It's gone) I ain't gotta touch the soft no more, I'm rappin' on these beats (Yeah) The shit don't even make sense no more, a brick so fuckin' cheap (Thirteen racks) Fuck her doggystyle like an animal, bitch, I'm a beast (Yeah, bitch) Make her suck all on this dick and, bitch, I better not feel no teeth (I better not feel nothin') I done fucked on rat bitches on the West and on the East (I swear to God) I'm just a dirty-ass nigga, you know me, you know me (Dirty-ass nigga, haha) But I'm a classy-ass nigga, dressin' like I 'posed to be (Bitch) Don't give a fuck who you name, they can't put it on like me (I don't give a fuck who you name, nigga) When these lil' niggas get dressed, who you think they come and see? (Me) I told the bitch to tat my name if you really love me, yeah (Go tat my name if you really love me, bitch) What the fuck you say, Smerf? You talkin' 'bout that bitch P back on that old shit, feel the feeling That shit sound crazy, don't it? I swear to God This sound like the old P Yeah On some shit like that, for real Bitch Yeah, all black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Yeah) Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Bulletproof the SUV) The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (You only seein' on TV) Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Aw yeah) All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Aw yeah) Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Ah) The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (You only seein' on TV) Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Dog shit in your sleep, nigga) Let me do the adlibs on that last one, that bitch was jumpin' (You recordin', Smerf?) You need a bulletproof truck on the Eastside That make sense to you? Peezy got one, why you ain't got yours? You ain't Ghetto enough for a bulletproof truck, bitch You ain't got, you ain't got it From Letras Mania