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(What's happenin', Chi Chi?) This that share each other shoes 'cause we brothers This that fall out 'bout no hoes, we don't love 'em This that post up with your sack out all day in apartments This that shooting dice to cop the Jordans, ayy This that alley-hoop a nigga ass and dunk, ayy This that poke a nigga ass for the bottom bunk, yeah This that trap music, dope be like the gumps How the hell I'ma leave my warriors and I'm smoking the runtz Young nigga shit, back on young nigga shit, ayy Bitch, won't you come and suck a young nigga dick? I put a bounty on a head, no flute, got a drum on this stick I bought my college girl a teacup and my hood bitch a pit I put some racks in my mama purse for all the times I stole from her I don't know if Sergio my niggas' father, but I swear all my bros gunners Five thousands on her titties, everybody not real Hit for one, he was in that car, but everybody got killed Everybody pop pills, all my niggas pop seals Oh, you gangster? No you not, chill Money calling reach the steering wheel Really said the alphabet, I'm just being real Try to let my food digest but I want every meal This that ho, don't use your teeth, you know your dentals fine This that pull a sheet back, let his mama identify him This that I need two pairs of all-white 1's at Finish Line Letras de cancionesThis that clean Dior I could've bought ten pair of Lebrons Sportscar, Hellcat don Shit, there go 12, let's run Car came with umbrellas Dickriders, all this fame came with a bunch of 'em The ho a dime but I still wish I could unfuck her Goat in human form, yeah Goat in human form, yeah Goat in human form, yeah Goat in human form, yeah Goat in human form Goat in human form All these niggas 12 without uniforms From Letras Mania