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Yeah, ha-ha! Cocksucker! Ha-ha! Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interior Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area Ex-con, not the type of nigga that you flex on Mr. Carlton Fisk, baby, seen it all and done it all Shell casings, left mini-murals on the wall A million candles for you, man, I better light them all Biscotti, guava cake when I light the raw Moving through the streets of New York while the lightning pour Devise a plan with my man, the demise is yours Got me in your building with the shotty up, down the hall Maneuver money, my shooters remove from movin' funny Cash came, think differently, nigga, use your dummy Fiends in your spot licking plates, that's pitiful Twelve at the door now, situation critical Tear gas, stun grenade rolled through the floor Hit the fire escape, bruh man, fifth floor First cop slid through the door His gun went off Hit my worker in the shoulder, he spun and let the clip off Letras de cancionesWhatever he's saying is facts I pull in 2M machine, wool up all of the exteriors, waxed Gallow in the rear view is movies on relaxed Shoes for compensation, you gon' get snatched Vesses in S, classes getting fat All my main shooters got money, they all jacked Flows is hungry, I just ask I sit among bosses, you niggas is horses, go get strapped Leathers, fur coats on, and hats Came through like Frank Matthews, bring all stacks Yeah, it's Park Hilly on wax All that shit you really on, it really don't match Ha-ha! Sounds silly, don't get clapped Make my man Mitch hit you, Don, go get the jets Next time, you might get killed for more racks See me out in London with lambs and all flats I step with the steppers Foot on they neck, applying pressure, eating good, piling on extra Cold as Minnesota weather I send them home on a stretcher, facts, I go crazy over lesser Born in the fire, I talk with the dragon's breath Cashing checks, that's the flex, watch what happened next Action on the set, put carats on my neck I'm in Paris on the jet, I was rapping on the steps That's Cynthia's son, I be tripping how these niggas is stunned How I'm having such a pivotal run Used to do it for fun Now give me my ones You a flashlight standing near the physical sun Fully loaded with all the features for all the non-believers They on the sidelines, watching from the bleachers Deck Jeter, guest speaker, check the meter Of giving niggas shakes and chills with this fever Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interior Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interior Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area From Letras Mania