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Screwed up click shit nigga (sippin') Real killa clan shit nigga Rother clandross Sippin' with no ice This bottles mine y'all boys can't sip with me I got dumb money on me and if I go to jail I got bond money on me This shit is so nice Damn right I'm drunk as fuck not just tipsy I got dumb money on me and if I go to jail I got bond money on me Ugh, don't need know head out the hoe need my bread out the hoe Make sure it's what it's supposed to be and head out the do' Just trying to go everywhere pimpin' can said I can go Got this cannabis card and all these meds I can blow If they ain't smoking what I'm smoking they ain't getting high So strong I thought I was standing up I was sitting dyne' Gotta be careful when I'm inhaling cuz it's a lot Bitch I'm a mason I'm waiting for when the bricks arrive Bout 1.1 million to brush my teeth here Always on the go though so I barley even sleep here Rifles the size of Shaquille O'Neal is what I keep here 10,000 dollar tables and shit but don't even eat here (haha) Lamb and lobster type of nigga I don't fuck with burgers My conversation is for bosses I don't fuck with workers You ain't talkin' bout a bag then don't say nothin' further Letras de cancionesSomething disrespect one deep we having something murdered Fuck that ole soft ass nigga hoe you need something firmer If you can't buy her a Benz truck then you don't deserve her I'm like the mayor of Houston but not Sylvester Turner I'm still a street nigga got a ounce of crack on the burner I got a bag of having fun money on me and if I'm apprehended I got bond money on me My bank account stupid its the dumb money on me I'm acting like a hoe you can't get none from me homie Owe me better pay me like where all those ends I uppercut the shit outta you like Charlow twin I'll only holler at me when you car note end This is one deep entertainment so there are no friends Run up and keep punching until there are no chin I know they say they solid but them boys gone bend 250 on the dash that's what that boy Ro in Go to Mike D for a frenchie if you boys gone spend 20 to 25 keys but don't need 25 runners Killer clan an army a hundred twenty five gunners Pull up in a Maybach of 25 hummers Shout out to Don Kee cuz it been 25 summers Every time I drop Empire send me my promise I'll give it all back if God would give me my mama Just don't give me a reason to empty my lama Never beefin' with him but he just get in my drama I don't follow his page I don't even know his songs So if he diss me I don't even know whats going on I don't care about it or whatever album is going on I don't need no assistance I'ma deal with this hoe alone I been chilling but I'm about to show my other hand Don't matter if they in Houston or in the motherland They wake up in the morning thinking about another man I wake up in the morning thinking another hundred grand Sippin' with no ice This bottles mine y'all boys can't sip with me (no y'all can't) I got dumb money on me and if I go to jail I got bond money on me This shit is so nice (haha) Damn right I'm drunk as fuck not just tipsy (vandross) I got dumb money on me and if I go to jail I got bond money on me From Letras Mania