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Brand new 9 on my hip – that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Nigga act up, roll my clip - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout In yo hood when I’m feelin crick - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Then shit good cuz you wit yo bitch - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout No I ain’t slipped, I ain’t bout to slip - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Chase these checks, count the chips - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout The H of Dub, give me that Hermene - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Both girlfriends on track today - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Bottles on the couch, pourin em out - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Mollies on the couch, pourin it out - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Stacks on deck, you better to check - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Can’t go broke cuz you try to respect - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Uptown down with a couple grown - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Your dirty south, your cup slow down - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Real nigga shit, fuck you talkin bout - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout You bitch niggas know what I’m talkin bout - that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout That’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (I said ) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (wut?) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (wut?) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (wut?) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (wut?) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (wut?) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (wut?) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Letras de canciones(uh) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (fuck bitches get money) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (fuck bitches get money) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (fuck bitches get money) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (fuck bitches get money) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (fuck bitches get money) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout (fuck bitches get money) that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Word on pity – I pop off on anybody say they wanna see me Fake whack, you don’t know what I’m talkin bout I make a show in reality here called TV Don’t chat with me unless you about to stack with me Guaranteed won’t rap with me Come on tell them niggas that I hate but them niggas can’t escape There’s time cuz the whole trap with me D E to the A to the T F to the F B I know about the set boy I move silent but I catch noise F to the A but alphabet boy Gripping on a punk, want a pint off a pill Get him for a chum, put yo life on a bill Young money, cash money up, know this I ain’t had a fight since a kid, hold this I just might let yo nigga go flip It’s me, watch yo career go nigga Ahead of time but I live for this I’m just right, get the kids mo chips Going in stunner, going as puff ass hoes Did your assholes really want her ass exposed? If a rap close of relax lab goes to the bathroom like it ain’t no shit Fuck niggas get money I said Fuck bitches get money I said I ain’t here to get money, got bread I’ll leave any money I gather I got a buck if you wanna get bummy So get a buck if you wanna get puffy No luck, we only copy Bitch duck, you don’t know your story Know that I’m bout that Benjamins I run a fire then lick the skin Hollywood that’s how they let the niggas spend So they trap about it, for dividends I was on the block only counting blessings Swear to God all I have is time Max to the rap doing all the jack I really get with that time and they stack time That’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout That’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout That’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout That’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout That’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout That’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout That’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout That’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout uh From Letras Mania