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Go, ay, I'm back I'm back, I'm better than ever, hey What're you talkin' about, ay Go, and I don't fuck with the industry It's time I get me, It's time I kill 'em, hey You gotta kill your brother You know how I'm playin' Ay, go, ay Go, go, you know I don't fuck with the industry If somebody wanted me, got me confused 'Cause niggas keep talkin' about hittin' me This nigga gon' kill your jeweler I don't need nobody talkin' about killin' me I'm playin' chess, not checkers Your bitch playin' black jack is talkin' bout hittin' me They talkin' bout gettin' me first off the streets These niggas been famous for centuries Turnin' the fours, got peace out of rump And that bullet still hit 'em like something that bit me If I had a nigga on me, it's God, I don't even know about that Yeah, I was fuckin' this bitch with the rod But I don't need to talk 'bout that Letras de cancionesHead tap, they drop so fast like damn I didn't know they could drop like that You can get in your bag, I'ma get on your ass For thinkin' you could talk like that So thank you for playin' with Top like that I'ma fuck a hijab right back Niggas funny like I'll stay ass Niggas know I'ma ball like that (I'm a ball like that, bitch!) Ay, forgive me, ay, ay, ay Is he gettin' me? Fuck the industry I'm puttin' my money on enemies He gon' dodge it for talkin' 'bout hittin' me We gon' load up with choppers and doo, doo, doo - doo With that semi Nigga, who you gon' shoot with that fifty? Bet that bitch get to jam in this shit When it jams, take advantage of him Fuck the peace, I ain't standin' with him You gon' die for thinkin' it's sweet For thinkin' that you can start runnin' with them I'ma ride, ride with the heat I just be prayin' I run into them In this keep playin' that nigga I got this shit out the mud Why else you think that everything I make Can make people relate, and make us feel like best buds? No, I don't fuck with the industry Too many wannabes talkin' 'bout splittin' me You never been in the streets You playin' a role, you gotta be shittin' me Bitch, you kiddin' me You know I don't fuck with the industry If somebody wanted me, got me confused 'Cause niggas keep talkin' about hittin' me This nigga gon' kill your jeweler I don't need nobody talkin' about killin' me I'm playin' chess, not checkers Your bitch playin' black jack is talkin' bout hittin' me They talkin' bout gettin' me first off the streets These niggas been famous for centuries Turnin' the fours, got peace out of rump And that bullet still hit 'em like something that bit me If I had a nigga on me, it's God, I don't even know about that Yeah, I was fuckin' this bitch with the rod But I don't need to talk 'bout that Go From Letras Mania