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(Yeah, I got Cam on the ones and twos, nigga) Huh, slide through they block, this shit be dry like they got menopause They say they dogs, I'm Mike Vick, bitch, I'll kill a dog They cap, they don't be on they block Wrap 'em, put 'em in a box I rap, but still'll spin a block She order out at Lemon Drop I do that job, won't make no call Got water, I'm Niagara Falls Like Boston, I forever land On P, I shoot at any man These niggas sweet like cinnamon This Glocky shoot at you, bitch, it ain't on my waist, it's in my hand You in love with her, I got that ho butt-naked in my camp She suckin' dick all in my phone Like move it, bitch, don't turn wrong You better not make the wrong turn On P, I get 'em all burned On God, I make 'em all learn Hit his car, I make 'em all swerve Rockstar like Ozzy Osbourne Niggas act, they need an Oscar, dead serious All my cars, they luxurious The seats red just like a period This car don't come 'til next year Letras de cancionesIn a Lam', bitch, this a Urus Nigga, I got so much money, I don't give a damn if she miss her period, yeah Pull all through they block, I don't give a damn, I hit a kid, yeah Pull all through they block, I hop out, blam, and hit my cig Then I bend the curb and come right back around, do that again I never asked for help, bitch, I been on my feet just like my shins And, nigga, I ain't Crip, but catch him, up this chop, and hit his chin And I ain't Asian, but I got so many chopsticks, I look like yen I better not never catch you stealin' 'cause I ain't tryna kill my friend I ain't tryna kill my man, but you do that, you know the sayin' Boy, it's smoke I can't never keep my dick inside my pants, it's in her throat She can't never keep my dick outside her mouth, bitch, you better choke We from that block, when we see either side, I swear we make 'em float I could've went and bought Chanel, but you know my bitch, she like Coach I can't hang with niggas, rope I don't sell weed, bitch, we sell dope I don't sell bags, bitch, we got bricks When it's smoke, I'm in the mix And when it's gone, still in the mist I got my sound right, this shit crisp Xho go and spin by his goddamn self, won't send a blitz This ho stop blowin' me, shit annoying I beat the block like George Foreman On the block when it was stormin' Had to sleep inside the trap, bitch, I couldn't go home to my mommy Hit a lick, if that bitch buck, I let this Draco hit his tummy And this Draco, it got kick This bitch jump like it shoot bunny And my diamonds, this bitch hit He ain't gotta wait 'til it's sunny And my baby clean as shit, I put Amiri on my sonny Put ma dukes through too much shit, I told her, "Huh, here go a hundred" Huh, yeah, you damn right Bitch, I been gone, I'm catchin' flights And I been tryna stay inside, 'cause rap be damned, I'll take a life And, bitch, I'm tryna live on the edge, to get to my house, you gotta hike Xho was really in that field, but just to live, I had to strike I had to take I stayed in jail, couldn't catch a break I send a blitz, nigga, break 7.62s, shit hit his face That's how the news had my whole face, nigga From Letras Mania