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(AP) (CashMoneyAP) (Yur, was goin’ on with ya brother?) Twin (I’m just callin’ you, to let you know I’m proud of ya, you already thought that) (Time to make ya name in the industry) Appreciate that my nigga, I love you I ain’t did shit yet, I’m Here to Stay (Before these niggas was opps, they was fans) (Love ya to brother) (On my mama, don’t forget that) (Fatt) Nigga, I’m geeked off this Molly Clutchin’ FN, I’ll leave you dead in the party When a nigga get out his body, hit ‘em with gen I’ll leave you dead [?] Nigga, i ain’t never needed nobody, neither myself I ain’t never ask for no help I won’t tongue wrestle, on no net You a lil’ boy, pull up a tec up Yeah, ride ‘round with fully sticks, cause we know nun else Yeah, i gave you everythin’, now i got nun left Yeah, yeah, yeah when i go out i spend more cheese, on you then i do myself (Yeah, yeah) I asked myself pastor if i OD, am i gonna go to Hell Letras de cancionesThese niggas hoes, copin’ pleads soon as they go to jail How the fuck you get back on the streets to fast?, i know you tellin’ Yeah, yeah I’ll put down the gen, and come beat your ass i know you scared Yeah, and who really steppin’ on shit and gettin’ money?, only time gon’ tell in the end Know a nigga pushin’ shit under his muscle now his brother stuck in the pen I’m gon’ stay on his block, for months and go take me a shot and do it again I grew up watchin’ Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun I’m just like him Don’t give a fuck about this money, these niggas be bums and I’m nun like them And before they was opps, man these Niggas was fans You kill ‘em, I got 10 bands I went big, on big While you niggas was playin’, look at all this money i ran up Niggas hop on the net, with a whole lot of tec When we see ‘em, they never be sayin’ nun When we kick in yo shit in, we gon’ leave yo ass dead So might as well, not say nun Nigga, I’m geeked off this Molly Clutchin’ FN, I’ll leave you dead in the party When a nigga get out his body, hit ‘em with gen I’ll leave you dead [?] Nigga, i ain’t never needed nobody, neither myself I ain’t never ask for no help I won’t tongue wrestle, on no net You a lil’ boy, pull up a tec up Yeah, ride ‘round with fully sticks, cause we know nun else Yeah, i gave you everythin’, now i got nun left Yeah, yeah, yeah when i go out i spend more cheese, on you then i do myself (Yeah, yeah) I asked myself pastor if i OD, am i gonna go to Hell From Letras Mania