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Know what the fuck goin' on 29Thouxanban Fuck you nigga... You right there? Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm saying We just... We just tired of seeing these peon-ass niggas man So we point these niggas out, huh Point that little nigga out, uh Point that nigga out, huh Point that little nigga out, ooh Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin' Heard you running your mouth When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em Diamonds shining with the lights out And I'm heavyweight Winning like every bout I'ma wrap shit like calamari I'ma [?] Point that nigga out, huh Point that lil nigga out, huh Point that nigga out, ooh Point that lil nigga out Uno I killed it Letras de cancionesYung Shyne, can't forget the Yung baby Walk inside the club, I won't forget my gun, nah Now I'm the hottest there right under the sun Lord he blessing me, I hope I don't blast nothin', yeah They asked me when I got so cheap I said I made so much money want to keep all for me, I'm sorry Like I'm Gleesh, leave your ass deceased My pockets got a disease, it's called obesity, dig Before you play me, you better play for keeps Cause I'll play you out your whole [?], ya dig, I got cheats Trying to take over your whole turf, I got cleats 'Cause you pussy niggas like grass under my feet So we point these niggas out, huh Point that little nigga out, uh Point that nigga out, huh Point that little nigga out, ooh Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin' Heard you running your mouth When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em Diamonds shining with the lights out And I'm heavyweight Winning like [?] I'ma wrap shit like calamari I'ma [?] Point that nigga out, huh Point that lil nigga out, huh Point that nigga out, ooh Point that lil nigga out You're on point, but you're on point like a glitch You're on point like a snitch, little bitty bitch We don't point fingers, point red blinkers Get money every time real niggas link up I bought the chain different from the pendant, they still linked up You penny pinchin', I told her to pass the scissors Or pass the bitches, a four and a deuce might crash my liver Might crash the kitchen, I'm living so rude from rags to riches Might pull up official, pull out my ice, then pull all your bitches Hop in the dish, hop in the Lam, pull up and hit I might hop in your bitch, hop out the bitch like I am her kid [?], little bitch, [?] So we point these niggas out, huh Point that little nigga out, uh Point that nigga out, huh Point that little nigga out, ooh Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin' Heard you running your mouth When I see 'em I'ma Pacquiao 'em Diamonds shining with the lights out And I'm heavyweight Winning like every bout I'ma wrap shit like calamari I'ma [?] Point that nigga out, huh Point that lil nigga out, huh Point that nigga out, ooh Point that lil nigga out ? From Letras Mania