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[po boy] Once again it's a day in a life For some niggas who insist to constantly live trife Throw your hands up Playa it was bound to happen Niggas drop boxxing me everytime i'm rapping Getting mutherfucking tired of this bullshit Playahating kick in your whole prostate And out your way proceed to get the middle finger Cause i don't love you niggas and that's the fucking reala Cap peala indeed it fade cappadons Big willies and bitches who wanna act silly Now play with it It's a shame in this dirty game Fuck fame When ms. Thang got a dirty name Crap game And fuck niggas smoking zook zook It was bound to happen across my black boots And nigga fuck looking cute for these stank hoes All a nigga want is weed and a bank roll Now hear me now [chorus] [s.a.] Letras de cancionesI wanna kiss you on the cheek and bust ya Till a nigga get a ????? And touch ya You know the rules playahating get a nigga bruised Late night at your mama house to cut a fool Off the chain And the sense weed don't help none Conversate for an hour with my crone gun Four niggas in the bushes all i do is whistle All hell breaking loose when yo hear me whistle Nigga what See you fucking with these real niggas And everybody got pistols but see we up quicker Got a clique only robbing niggas crone guns And grand theft broken down in the under son Big balling ain't a muthefucking thang huh I was raised by one it's in my blood son Cut me deep might penetrate the concrete My a.k. with a draw clip while i sleep Nigga what [Chorus] [mighty farrow] It was bound to happen Yo the gun clapping went to rapping And you know it's pure satisfaction If guaranteed To the keys On her knees Giving straight neck aiming to please At the embassy suites Morning flight to the bahamas Yots and lots for the real don dollars And we don't see her And we wouldn't want to be her My dog coming top And i'm coming tech-nena In the drop top benz Seven figure dividend How the fuck you gon' lose when you always win Yo the money getters Mike rippers Don p, henny sippers Strip club big clippers We real killers Eight pack gold grillers Fuck yo ass up in a minute gold diggers Put your rodies in the air Mutherfuck them busters Big money Big willies Down south true hustlers [Chorus] From Letras Mania