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Pockets fat, Rasputia Can't fuck with niggas, they back-do you (Bitch!) Pull up on you, then I might put this TEC to you I ain't got no respect for you (Yeah) Hop off the jet, and you came with a neck warmer Ice on, had to flex on 'em I don't drink liquor, I pour up the Tech on him Bet one of my guys got a TEC on him Pockets fat, Rasputia Can't fuck with niggas, they back-do you (Bitch!) Pull up on you, then I might put this TEC to you I ain't got no respect for you (Yeah) Hop off the jet, and you came with a neck warmer Ice on, had to flex on 'em I don't drink liquor, I pour up the Tech on him Bet one of my guys got a TEC on him But you know me, I just ride with the XD It's all I need to protect me Kept talkin' shit, so I blew off his left knee Boy, these niggas don't respect me Achoo, bless me Lord, why you let 'em stress me? Doctor told me I was born with anxiety Pop at a nigga for eyein' me Letras de cancionesPo-Pockets fat, Rasputia Can't fuck with niggas, they back-do you (Bitch!) Pull up on you, then I might put this TEC to you I ain't got no respect for you (Yeah) Hop off the jet, and you came with a neck warmer Ice on, had to flex on 'em I don't drink liquor, I pour up the Tech on him Bet one of my guys got a TEC on him Pockets fat, Rasputia Can't fuck with niggas, they back-do you (Bitch!) Pull up on you, then I might put this TEC to you I ain't got no respect for you (Yeah) Hop off the jet, and you came with a neck warmer Ice on, had to flex on 'em I don't drink liquor, I pour up the Tech on him Bet one of my guys got a TEC on him From Letras Mania