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Yo, man them niggas just got blown out of like 30 Yo, who is that on the phone Oh that was Raul Well he ain't ever getting his money back No need to show your gun when you're really a shogun I'm pimp hard on a hoe in chilling cold blood My youngin made the stove jump My throat look like a cold front Knock out a gold front (cold as ice) I got the set lookin sexy (I do) Secondly the tec is just an accessory No MC accept for me has the recipe To acquire everything inside the Dupont registry Listen my nigga, I'm an enigma I'm still dealin with trauma from back when I was a drifter Used to crash at Kim's she was my bottom bitch, sometimes I miss her I'm particular But thank god I know how to pick em Everything in the garden ain't to be bitten If Allah said it's forbidden then repent and obey his wishes Different flavored gator slippers I was given dominion over the whole animal kingdom Carpenter pants with the hammer swingin Don't pull a hamstring reachin I'm in the East wing on the mansion sippin reisling Letras de cancionesWhether we win or not We gonna stash 20 pies in the ??? Rock the Lanvin tie with a windsor knot Why not switch up the wrist watch You see I'm on different time You niggas need to stop rhyming and get a job (please) I find it kinda odd, like Chris Benoit Your shits been awash I'm just waiting for this to spin dry Nigga callin' for the whole thing (Whole thing) Should of just let the phone ring (Phone ring) But I let that money control me Every homie ain't your homie Actin like ya'll know me but ya'll don't know me Trappin out the Mo 8 that was the old me Mac Macaroni Macaroni Mac Macaroni Macaroni Mac Macaroni Macaroni Macaroni Macaroni Mac Macaroni Macaroni Like ya'll know me but you don't know me Mac Macaroni Macaroni From Letras Mania