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(feat. Poo Bear) Yo I walk in pimpin when I'm up in here Pulled up the G ride then I'm up in there I ain't worried I got mad mo fuckas here And my advice is stand bay like a buccaneer I feel good when I walk inside All eyes on the throne that's NBA live The A.I. of rap these haters is gon try to shut me down But I fllyyy hiiiigh A warning fella gotta keep somethin close A gutta flow like mine gotta let em know I'm xxplosive like dre, next episode Check my bowell baby, this is the mother load Take off your heels and shake your hair A nigga like me weavin everywhere I taste like new money make it clear Baby tell your friends that we right here [Chorus: x4] I know where sumptin is, You don't know where nuttin is [Hook:] You don't wanna see me shine Talkin shit on the low Haters see me in the sky flyin high Letras de canciones [Method Man:] Who them dudes smellin like trees when we up in here Straight gilla and killa bees when we up in here Kush, nigga I keep the weed in a tuppaware Fuck security we V.I.P. we can puff in here Niggas know how we do it I ain't buyin the bar I'm tryna talk her out her draws, she tryna charge I ain't tryna ball or spend no money in the club If I said I was I'd be lyin to y'all I gotta have it, an addict Too into fuckin, you other haters discuss it No more discussin, the head of the house Is now speakin, the food is ready for eatin Your head is ready for beatin I kick your teeth in, don't fuck with Tical You know a nigga Blackout after a couple beers Smoke up an ounce and passout like a couple years And mami doin her thing, she in her underwear You joinin the team to win, I'll put you under there [Chorus x4] [Hook] From Letras Mania