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Uh, super futuristic, uh Chuckyy fuck all the bitches We still spin out Honda Civics, uh First nigga we catch, gon' blitz 'em, uh (Rrah) Oh, that's your bitch? I hit her (Rrah) Mom can't give her son no kisses, uh (Rrah) We can't show no sympathy, we lost shit in the trenches, uh But I ain't lose none of my niggas, I only lose them to the system I got two APs on me right now, my left pocket all blues Oh, that's your bitch? She choosin', I like her too, so make room She told me, I'm that dude, I say, "You know you that girl" Fuck that passport, we can go fly to the 'Raq, step in my world Micro Dracy, all these buttons and the truck BP, we thorough Fly to L.A. when I'm overstimulated, this shit rеal (Real) Muscle memory, I just gotta focus up I do shows in Italy, AV said, "Run my tokеns up" I had a long day at work, I got back home and tore her up Yeah, you know I broke her up She can't breathe 'cause I'm chokin' her out KRISS Vec' keep pokin' on my tummy, in the bank, I got it under my arm Super futuristic, uh Chuckyy fuck all the bitches We still spin out Honda Civics, uh First nigga we catch, we gon' blitz 'em, uh (Rrah) Letras de cancionesOh, that's your bitch? I hit her (Rrah) Mom can't give her son no kisses, uh (Rrah, rrah) We can't show no sympathy, we lost shit in the trenches Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind over matter We can't show no sympathy From Letras Mania