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Yeah, you already know what time it is It's your boy Zeltron AKA Big Ultra (Uh, uh, uh) And you already know We got to hold it down for the ULTRAGROUND It's the man, the myth they call Big Ultra I do this shit for the culture Do what you want, 'cause a nigga gon' do what he 'posed to Been underground like a golfer, ayy Cosa Nostra, how many of y'all want to deal with the ULTRAGROUND mafia? Niggas try to copy us, but always comes out sloppier Original nigga, you pitiful, couldn't be like me if we were identical twins That Big K and Ash is late, you pussy motherfuckers couldn't be in my ears Carol City to be exact, BLVCKLVND where my niggas at (BLVCKLVND) Paranoia on my brain, I got from P, I keep a strap All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick (Ride the dick) All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit (Bump my shit) Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit Letras de canciones Nah, I ain't givin' no attitude, don't be actin' rude (What?) Talkin' out loud and you'll make the hood I'm respectful too, be respectin' me That's the formula, baby, the recipe And it's the honor rolls, don't be testin' me I got all A's, on and off the Gs Ammunition, the Glock, and a lot of Ps Niggas started out from sellin' L.B.s Then I graduated to some other thangs Then the money came, then your honey came And that's another thang I done moved a lil' different when hella fame Got to dodge all them suckers and niggas hate If the glove fittin', know I'm Garry Payne We gon' see it's over, seen 'em down, insane Red body, smoke some head body Then I'ma go on with my day about it ULTRAGROUND, I never play about it But it's "Don't fold" 'til my body cold Never need the luck to find a pot of gold (Woah) Just a heavy hustle and a list of goals (Woah, woah) You niggas still runnin' 'round, chasin' hoes, that's just how it goes Personally, I could never though, I'ma always be focused on paper, ho' All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit (Bump my shit) Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit She got a—, uh, she got a job that you bought her I'm hangin' her off of a string, piñata I must have made up my ding a lada From strippers to lawyers to queens and models This paper full throttle, I'm Tokyo driftin' the bitch 'til it wobble The finger is twitchin', I'm itchin' to squabble You niggas gon' dance, it's so cold with a bottle You know I'ma stunt, all these hoes is around me Fuck Olive Garden, these roses around me Self-drive Cullinan, while I'm over the county South of the fence, I'm not over the bounty Leavin' 'em dirty and holdin' it downy Favor we drippin', it's only a stowny She not a dancer, but poles is around me, hater is frownin' LB buttoned up, catch me with Donald Trump and a double cup Left, right, down, square, that's an uppercut Know you got the bitch on top of the truck Skeet, skeet, got the whole bag covered up Drop a top right price on some earrings Left hand be 'bout, right by the bean Ain't no alphabet, better let her pee, ooh-wee All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit All my haters take offense, all they hoes gon' ride the dick All my fans gon' make me rich, as long as they gon' bump my shit Paper over pussy, bitch, paper over pussy, bitch Paper over pussy, bitch, you know I don't like to pay for shit Yee-haw You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Don't panic, this shit organic [?] spin weed From Letras Mania