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You see what the problam is these's bitches don't know me poke theses got dam ho's here we go agin it's time to let it go we bout to own it in you bitches ain't comftable in your own skin No matter how you try you could never be kim [Verse 1:] Take it back to the queit storm Don't come with out your fire Arm Four alarm blaze I blaze bitches with that one, two gage Put them in the box or the grave broke cut up and weave less How ya'll bum bitches concited Washed up carrers they pleaded Face it bitch ya done there Lean back you had ya run there To far as bitches gettin busy I'm number one here Yeah ain't no shook hands in brooklyn Cross that bridge tuck ya goods in Like the queen of harlem but it's Bk way Makin sure niggas eat every Day Don't make me put a hit out tikitack These rappin all ways spit out Put your self in a sticky sitiuation and never get out Ride or die if they my niggas then I'm stickin with them Any rats we gonna kiss them like my nigga did them yeah [Chorus: x2] Letras de cancionesAin't no shook hands in brooklyn Croos that bridge tuck your goods in Niggas get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run [Verse 2:] Never thought niggas would tell ain't thes a bitch ass niggas scared of jail Fed co's givin me head in my cell Makin my bid go easy recieve mail Back at my best Skin tight drees Nigga it's sharks in the water come with ya life vest Or get ate up As's we k'ed up Wipe a nigga out for every thing while hes laid up gimmie that Ain't no shook hands in brooklyn niggas get shoot stabed up to get buck You bumb bitches ain't got a dollor go get fucked For your rent moneey To much millage is no good I mean I fucked around but you fucked the whole hood You bitches still bostin running Round with creadit kim like cleo bout to set it of a let if (blaw) [Chorus: x2] Ain't no shook hands in brooklyn Croos that bridge tuck your goods in Niggas get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run [Verse 3:] Order marbel floors before all you broads Rich rich macarley carl Bitch I paved the card Whole life I took care of my dogs until the inditment ever body ain't stand tall that's when the bull shit start and the team fell a part and you find out it was the bitch with the heart ho as niggas scared of a punk as bid you still wind up gettin pooked that's what ya punk ass get (snitch) Ain't no shook hands in brookly cross that bride tuck ya goods in Gangsta in my skirt straight eight in my purse all you bitches get murcked and peace lay in the dirt all you clowns lay around with them hope you ain't around when them rounds get spraided at them k.I.m it's the way I'm the way I play you hos wasent bread this way BK [Chorus: x2] Ain't no shook hands in brooklyn Croos that bridge tuck your goods in Niggas get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run From Letras Mania