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(Jiggi? No one calls you that) I ain't even mad [?] 'bout you, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Uno, I killed it, what? What?) What? (Dig) Pardon your French, ho, you say "we" a lot (We, we) What about me? I smoke tree-tree a lot (Tree, tree, tree) If I take you out then we gon' eat hibachi (Eat, eat, eat, yeah) Every nigga 'round me gonna see about you Every nigga around me, they keep a K or two And you know we gon' spray at you Got a Ruger on me, might paint him blue (Pew-pew) I can't fuck with the bitch 'cause I know she the truth I'm gettin' the head, I know she the swoop Big bag, I ain't [?] You runnin' from me then I'm comin' for you (Dig) Comin' for me then I'm comin' for you [?] I'ma give 'em a few [?] I'm too cool, had to [?] Two-seat coupe, two hoes gotta scoop [?], you was [?] at the [?] She bend over, she gon' grab on her boot I been hit it, I'm just telling the truth Letras de cancionesPardon your French, ho, you say "we" a lot (We, we) What about me? I smoke tree-tree a lot (Tree, gas) If I take you out then we gon' eat hibachi Every nigga 'round me gonna see about you (I see) Every nigga around me, they keep a K or two So you know we gotta play it cool 12 bitin' with a sabertooth We just trying to turn the tables, fool (What?) Ooh, walk around in this spacesuit 'Cause a nigga smokin' moonrock Stomp 'em out in the moonboots Run up on me, I'ma soon shoot (What? Go, what? What?) There is no oppressing me (What?) First impressions is the worst (What?) Do not apply the pressure please Please do not stand next to me (What?) Uh, no, there is no testin' me (Dig) Answer that, I gotta turn your brain to some [?] Diamonds on my neck, I'm in the [?] like it's six degrees Hit a nigga with the .45 like a [?], uh Sometimes I feel just like a soccer team Kick a lot of shit, they askin' me can I play soccer please? [?], tell me why these niggas coppin' pleas, uh, yeah Can you stop it please? Pardon your French, ho, you say "we" a lot What about me? I smoke tree-tree a lot If I take you out then we gon' eat hibachi Every nigga 'round me gonna see about you Every nigga around me, they keep a K or two And you know we gon' spray at you Got a Ruger on me, might paint him blue From Letras Mania