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Ah (Butcher coming, nigga) Summertime butch Cocaine shit sexy, ah Straight like that though, yeah You gotta just relax, just relax, just relax And allow yourself to focus your approach, and never let 'em bull shit you So bullets, like toilet paper, you buy both of them in bulk I'm that quintessential hustler Don't get gassed off rap quotes I put glass in the game like that backboard Shaq broke I'm just as hot as the bass gold when poppin' in rap mode, Look who traded in that 44 mag for a lab coat I'm in the operation room, how could I hit a plateau When a bird fucker sailed to the stack quote In a black truck, thе LAX in the back thinkin', how can I rap Woke When I told him sеll dope already, how can I backstroke, street dreams I guess I'm guilty of the things I told him not to do, that bird talkin' to me like a cockatoo Shocked as you, I really had to take over a block or two, was so hard in that pot nigga My watch missin' the rock too Yup, you know them single carry stones, can't blame my single parent home Nah, cause it was nights wasn't a single parent home, damn Black truck to JFK, Mack truck on the way upstate, K-Lo K She gotta have a ass or a J-Lo face I think I'm in love, my plug daughter got an angel face Letras de cancionesAngle straight, slicin' through a brick like it's angel cake Ain't no way I seen empires shrinkin', that made they alliance weaken Then the hand that tried to feed them got burnt from that fire breathin' I had to slay dragons, I thought I was fightin' demons I just stayed locked in, still rhymin' like I ain't eatin' We used to beef over blocks, now I eat beef off the rocks At a steakhouse in Turks, chained out, no shirt, like a boss If I point a finger out you go first I'm a dog nigga, I cut a whole wall of cold turk As quick as I'm in and out of, I can forget about her Make a call, the next nigga won't get no feelings out of You gotta trust what you see, let your wives be the proof, there's three sides to every story Yours, mine's, and the truth From Letras Mania