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Traphouse Mob (Woo) If I want it, I'ma grab it (Baow) If I want it, I'ma have it (Woo, woo) Christian Dior (Christian Dior) I'm up in all the stores (This is a Melo beat) I make a call (Woo, woo) I make a call and it's war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board (Woo, woo) And we all livin' lavish If I want it, I'ma have it I make a call (Woo, woo) I make a call and it's war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board (Woo, woo) And we all livin' lavish If I want it, I'ma have it My niggas with it Money flow, run up them digits I know niggas mad that we did it Say it, we live it Morals, we'll never forget it I ever get booked, I'm a cricket Get it and flip it Letras de cancionesHenny right here, I'ma sip it You try me, it's shots at your biscuit Twenty-four hip it I'ma just twenty-four hip it 'cause bro said, "Don't ever forget it" Gang with me Anywhere I pop out, know the thang with me Every nigga in here with me gon' bang with me Try your luck and bro goin' insane with me Bodies dropping, that shit ain't a thing to me Smokin' deadies, I'm rollin' up lame niggas Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas Clean the mission, we leavin' remains, nigga Strictly business, ain't playin' no games Fuck all this fame, nigga You will get flamed, nigga Don't you front, I got aim, nigga I saw homis that fuck with my brain, nigga I be feelin' like goin' insane, nigga I just got me a check, now my chain bigger You gon' die for the stain, nigga When you sent me the addy, I came, nigga Only me and my main niggas You ain't ready for static, don't play, nigga We could hit you today, nigga If you makin' your bed, better lay, nigga There ain't too much to say, nigga I make a call (Woo, woo) I make a call and it's war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board (Woo, woo) And we all livin' lavish If I want it, I'ma have it I make a call (Woo, woo) I make a call and it's war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board (Woo, woo) And we all livin' lavish If I want it, I'ma have it (Look) I got thirty shots for any nigga who want it (Facts) Me and Tjay, we be huntin' (Woo) I don't talk much 'cause niggas know how we comin' (Bah) Niggas know I be dumpin' (Grrt) Glock 9 dumpin' (Dumpin') Run, Ricky, runnin' (Runnin') Blue face hundreds (Hundreds) Know I'm the bill collector (Woo) Pull up, what's crackin'? Gun get to blastin' Talk on my name and we wildin' out All the opps in the spliff, ashin' (Ashin') Puff, puff, ain't no passin' (Passin') You gon' end up in a casket (Casket) 'Cause niggas know what we into (That's a fact) I get to drillin', I'm sittin', I'm killin' I'm sinnin' if I get the feelin' (You will be dead) I call Jaguar, bet he clap twos (Woo) Sip Remy like he Papoose Have him stay still like a statue (Statue) Have him inked in like a tattoo If I run down, he a goner Headshot, no warnin' (Know we run down, little nigga) It's a man down when it's pourin' (Now) Gang spin early morning I don't get mad, I get money (Facts) What you lookin' at, little dummy? (What you lookin' at?) I start buckin' teeth like I'm Bunny (Blah) And I back the Wraith out for nothin' (Grrt) I make a call (Woo, woo) I make a call and it's war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board (Woo, woo) And we all livin' lavish If I want it, I'ma have it I make a call (Woo, woo) I make a call and it's war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board (Woo, woo) And we all livin' lavish If I want it, I'ma have it From Letras Mania