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Hmm, yeah All facts, lil' nigga, hmm Can't be fucked with, you feel me? I ain't havin' fun in LA, this a business trip Drop on an opp, I hit his block and start sendin' shit Fuck the cops, I'm only worried 'bout the witnesses I can't hang around no nigga who don't benefit Lil' nigga, this a Bentley truck, it's not a Genesis Lil' cuz in the feds got caught with a switch and shit Same niggas hatin', same hoes, you ain't missin' shit Thirty shows in forty days, then back to Michigan It was local, now it's global, shit, I'm booked in Switzerland The move I hit that lil' bitch with, it's meant for finishin' You would think that cuddy starvin', askin' where the kitchen is What the fuck's an L? You either get a win or learn a lesson This a hybrid, when it get to E, just watch it turn electric Thinkin' hoеs deserve it, your namе Deacon Ham from servin' blessings Wocky in the Bimmer, am I German? Hit the curb and wreck it Mansion party, we got fifty bitches, it's just me and Tron You think I'm only gettin' money, you should see the guys Tell a freak ho come eat this dick, I don't wine and dine Your mans died, you hit his bitch, boy, you outta line You gon' let me fuck or naw? I'm Tay Dollar Signs Letras de cancionesYou got a handful of pennies, still'll drop a dime If it ain't 'bout M's, my name won't go up on no dotted line Before you get some bumps up on your tongue, you better stop the lyin' Play with me or mines gon' have you rockin' ties Take a six and turn my cream into some Rock & Rye Wrong place, wrong time, I am not the guy Eyes on the backdoor, I told Tay to watch the side Pull up to his family function, make him cha-cha slide Golden-State-grew weed, it got me Zaza fried All that prayin', hatin', but my fate, only God decide (Yeah) Time to run it up a hundred times, make sure my Yaggas tied (Huh) I got a sexy redbone, she like dreadheads Y'all niggas was laughin' at his post, now y'all mans dead Up a pic spreadin' blues, made her legs spread When I ain't in the booth, come cop, I'm the yeah man I only hang with solid niggas, you got fed friends Whack a nigga, make him how high, call him Redman Ballin' like a Piston, neck lit, left wrist a Richard Young as hell, posted on the corner like I'm Derek Fisher I really been rich around this bitch, y'all just ain't get the picture All these hoes dick suck too much, I can't even kiss you Line of Quagen and a line of Trish, fuck around and mix 'em Fuck them niggas, I shit on them boys, Dog Shit Militia From Letras Mania