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High as I lift off, Mr. I'm so fly Flying in the spur with the nickel nine close by Triple fat gucci ice sickles hanging off my; Neck, wrist, fingers, like a fuckin eskimo ma' You know I, get the puss where they say Aloha Don't I, flow like the shit that get the boat by We don't get along with these niggas and ya'll know why Just a bandana no scarf no bow tie D-boy college boy, no difference Out here the strays'll erase existence Lil niggas is taught to mind they business Meaning, only the pastor'll find the witness The lord'll work it out, spritual fitness, and this is The germ flow, lyrical sickness Limited intress, if u ain't talkin money scram A hundred grand bring death like the Son of Sam Blam, big kaboom out the fo' double You bleedin eternal it ain't a small puddle When you swag shoot to the roof the mall rush you The more miles to get to it the more hustle V twelve on roids, all muscle Had the hammer hand back in small shuffle I'm so Jupiter, I should build my own throne Can't grab ma swag ma swag out the o zone Every now and then I grab out the old phone Get a lil throwback dome in so and so's home Letras de cancionesI got it all sewn, feel like a New Jack Dress like a jacker, everything to the shoes black I got the new kite, wish I could send the news back My words go so far and they know how to use that Move back, my niggas in here, with a few straps And new lacs, pushin two hunred in twenty two stacks From Letras Mania