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(feat. Mack Maine, Willie the Kid, Gudda Gudda) [Hook:] And this is just a mixtape, Damn And this is just a mixtape, Damn And this is just a mixtape, Damn [Chorus:] And I'm a Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kas come fo' me (ya) Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya) And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz with me (ya) But you should be more afraid of the killa in me [Hook 2:] I'm bouta kill um I'm bouta kill um Cause I'm a bouta kill um I'm bouta kill um So f**k it I'm a kill um So f**k it I'm a kill um So f**k it I'm a kill um So f**k it I'm a kill um (ya) [Chorus:] And I'm a Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo' me (ya) Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya) Letras de cancionesAnd all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz with me But you should be afraid of me [Verse: Mack Mane] Young veteran, soon to be OG Plus I spit like a crack head with no teeth I hear you lil niggaz barkin', you want more beef You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace And when it comes to money my shit is obese Like delareece, I need celery Mo' money wat the f**k these niggaz tellin' me I'm young Lucifer Take um all to hell with, Ya Drop um off in a fire storm Why young squad get a riot on If he testify like common see the fire up on me If you know what's best muthaf**ka get yo quite on These niggaz starving out hit getting there diet on While I'm eatin nigga grippin on my stereophon One man game nigga I'm a die alone For now I'm with ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on [Verse: Willie The Kid] Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring No bra I push pro v's like Pantene Blow like a trombone Funny niggaz tambourine Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine Gators day, they say it's mascara wear'as And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is my scal We NAPA kill like a hot towel All my hoes hostile Not me, never tell me not now Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya bra Move for mova We leave your brain with more air Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair Seduce her, ya You rappers should be tired of lyin' But I know it's hard like a tire iron But yet it complex like it's Mayan science Or Aztec math Crazy as a must have I feed niggaz like a mess'ar And yes shir, It's Willie high dress'ar Or like a stylist Nobodies cry is this You crazy, I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist [Chorus:] And I'm a Keep f**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo' me (ya) Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz with me But you should be afraid of me [Hook 2:] Cause I'm a kill um I'm a kill um Ya I'm a kill um Yes I'm a kill um And I'm a kill um I'm a kill um I'm a kill ummummu [Verse: Gudda Gudda] They say powder makes you hyper Reafer makes you call' Cigabutts give u castable Booze make you dawg While I sip the purple harlot Think it's my sudden draw Put me on the ocean floor with a mermaid with no draws They got bats up in the cave Upside down blood rushin' to they head They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound Pitchin for the crown Uptown ball face painted like a clown Signs pictures from the chapters Praverbs look levitachis Old ass rappers complainin what the business is Bouta state a hip Soundin like some bitches have yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick It's ridiculous the new school nigga What you need to do is... [Hook 2:] Cause I'm a kill um I'm a kill um Ya I'm a kill um Yes I'm a kill um And I'm a kill um I'm a kill um I'm a kill ummummu [Verse: Lil Wayne] Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carria gon get popped If I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped He gon drop like a flop On the court I love sports That's why I play my b*tches cause I got game That's why you pay my b*tches (Yaay) Same hustle no money I'm just hip hop feelin' two bunnies Hoe run it, b*tch nigga muaaw That was French, nigga not A kiss, nigga na No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4 They say I f**ked so and so And I be like so, so and so Nike's on they neck, they like look me brave I'm sorry but I can't pisses how we feed This is why we hot This is how we fees To fast to follow This is why we lead And the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy This is how we shootin and this is how we leave No return steal, this is how we easyin' You can get the steal if you try these things now Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees And I'm haters say we couldn't this is why we bees This shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground From Letras Mania