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Ayo gas station Sammy, rich nigga live in MiamiThey killed him and lived with his familyHe was drunk spazzin' on a young nigga with cashThey did the best to him, whooped his assBloody out, his ear was ripped, they know he loved his musicThey poked him twice, his gear was rippedNinja style, niggas whipped him with a Benz belt, broke his armCrushed his Audemars with whelpsOn his face, they was slappin' him, fake ass rapperOld ass gun, pussy get TinactinMedicine face, nigga, they opened his mouthA few gold fell out, wheel him outHe thinkin' he a gangsta?Quit playin', listenin' to Sid and themBecause he sat up in bed to bid with 'emFishcakes, bubblegum shrimps in his TimbsHe had 12 and a half on, only wore 10Niggas is lame, and I'm sayin'All that hard, no damn frame, how you playin'?Thought you bubble with the big Willies, flyin' in fast carsAnd get busy, now he sittin' there lookin' dizzyDon't look at Chef, nigga look at your repWhat dinosaur game you playin', they playin' deathTax man comin', you can feel itBesides, hold the ratchets in both armsThey gave it to him, peel itLetras de cancionesKill niggas, let it die, live with the feelingsWe don't know no other way, just get millionsPyrex kings and the cartels connectedScars there, put your money up in wash wellsKill niggas, let it die, live with the feelingsWe don't know no other way, just get millionsPyrex kings and the cartels connectedScars there, put your money up in wash wellsIndian Femi from TorontoHim and his horse, Ganny and Ronald, two wild sopranosRunnin' through ice, and niggas fall backThey bumped in the crunch, out of EglintonSelected niggas coal blackUsed to wash them niggas up for chump changeSomethin' was strange, feds was listenin', ran out of the gun rangeSon I feel vibes, not knowin' this was the timeTo get away, but they rolled on aliveBlack freeze out of the bushes, came deezedBig three pound, four of them were beamsWhen they rushed him they cuffed him, we cussed themYo what the fuck?You doin' life, little nigga, who the sucker, what?Black was mad, he went for the cop's magThey started susslin', the shot rang, that's badBlack fellow was mizzed, like 33 DsLet off 100 shots, went madKill niggas, let it die, live with the feelingsWe don't know no other way, just get millionsPyrex kings and the cartels connectedScars there, put your money up in wash wellsKill niggas, let it die, live with the feelingsWe don't know no other way, just get millionsPyrex kings and the cartels connectedScars there, put your money up in wash wells From Letras Mania