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I'ma make it worse if you wanna act up, so What you playin' for? I can make you jealous First, I'ma back it up, rub it in your face Yeah, yeah Niggas that won't fold up (I could really use some) Whoop that trick, get 'em (I could really use some) Teeth that ain't fucked up (I could really use some) Money in a duffel bag (I could really use some) Love that the 90's had (I could really use some) Weed heavy, make me choke (I could really use some) Shit, I might be out of hope (I could really use some) Shawty wanna grip my rope, but (I could rеally use some) Dame todo mami, damе todo mami Dame todo mami, tu encima, yo pa' bajo Dame todo mami, dame todo mami Dame todo mami, tu encima, yo pa' bajo I don't penny pinch, I spend bread on all my hoes Treat 'em equally, if not, they get in that mode She ain't wanna chill back then, now she ask to come to shows She got a man, but she with me, she play a game, she'll get exposed If I was sellin' dick, she couldn't afford it My ho just like the car from out the country, she imported Style me, myself and I, I don't need help, look good in Jordan's Letras de cancionesI don't politic with hoes, no back and forth, it ain't important, know what I mean? Out in the hills, I'm drunk as hell like Charlie Sheen Get to L.A., she wanna fuck, get in the room, take off my jeans Said that I love her, but I love her friend, some things ain't what it seem Do what I want, I'm racked up, Dri, been having my way since a teen Yeah, yeah Niggas that won't fold up (I could really use some) Whoop that trick, get 'em (I could really use some) Teeth that ain't fucked up (I could really use some) Money in a duffel bag (I could really use some) Love that the 90's had (I could really use some) Weed heavy, make me choke (I could really use some) Shit, I might be out of hope (I could really use some) Shawty wanna grip my rope, but (I could really use some) I don't like sharin' myself, huh, I don't like sharin' myself, huh I don't wanna share myself, huh, I only wanna share my bitch, huh I don't like sharin' myself, huh, I don't like sharin' myself, huh I don't wanna share myself, huh, I only wanna share my bitch, huh Nigga, you share that bitch, ain't sharing no bitch to resent my gifts I couldn't even make no list, taste that, uh, take that bitch I want the head, the neck, the face, lil' baby, that straight Kurt Angle You like feds, my jit, don't buy what ya selling, can't work the angles I'm off the Perc' and a Addy, he dropping the lo', we pull up in the Caddy I need a bitch with no daddy, that ho better get in that ring with no padding She throwin' that shit like I'm Manning, I'm catching like Randy when bullets come at him The kick on the switched be manic, we busting yo' bitch while you bust down a Patek You got a brush with death, Bobby Ross with the stick, put ya head on a canvas I want the head, the neck, the face, little baby, that straight Kurt Angle You like feds, my jit, don't buy what ya selling, can't work the angles I want the head, the neck, the face, little baby, that straight Kurt Angle The only thing I've ever really wanted was a pistol My only true regret is every shot where I missed 'em Crackas wanna lynch me but I'm back with a vengeance On Yellowstone side where it's bloody in the trenches Babies in the trash can, money for the white folks They just wanna see 'em bleed, baby, what you mad for? Only thing I wanted was some blades on a candy slab (I could really use some) Swimmin' in the syrup, talk to God while I'm smokin' loud (I could really use some) Flyer than a feather, you won't ever see me touch the ground (I could really use some) They don't wanna hear me, but I bet them niggas see me now (I could really use some) Flowers from the asphalt, birds made of concrete (I could really use some) Flames from the muzzle break, send 'em to that long sleep (Use, use, I could really use some) From Letras Mania