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(feat. Magnum) [Intro - Terrar] Yeah, yeah.. What y'all wanna do? What y'all wanna do? C-L, I-P, S-E, N-E-R-D What y'all wanna do? [Verse - Terrar] My coke money's in cleaners Give it a fresh rinse That bitch wit the tech, first line of defense Pullin' up in the Ac' black shit wit dents Test her aim, we'll be speaking your name in past tense Dress have you stressed till all black the scheme Chest poor formation when I'm wit my team Stand on the back line, rope fit for kings How we floss, high gloss, we livid through your dreams Death before dishonor, cut by Kitana Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna Like I asked though, but her head was the trauma Arrogant for a reason, sex all season Two chicks, one dick, the odds are uneven Niggaz die for treason, heart stop beating Letras de cancionesHang em from the lightpoles wintertime, when it's freezing Take the safety off lock, forty cali' chrome cock All I wanna hear, pows and pops And your last two breaths fore your breathin stop Bodysnatch you, whether it's rhythm or ones Bodysnatch you, whether grenade or guns Yo to all of my rivals, hold you bitches liable When it's time I'm pulling out my nine from the Bible [Chorus - Magnum & (Pharrell)] [x2] I'ma catch your body tonight (tonight) Give a fuck about the blue light (blue light) Like you can't get debate the rhythm (can't wait to get him) I'ma snatch your body tonight (tonight) [Verse - Pharrell Williams] Yo, Hell Hath No Fury, look at my jewelry Blew the fuck out, like Jesus gave it to me Virginia's where my spot be, NSX car keys Don't try to take em, I'm twin glockly Eat you like broccoli, then spit the stems Description, Liberace, fits the gems Was six when I traveled, the young black Pharrell Walk you out your crib wit your lips around the barrel Niggaz wanna murder me, dirty me Jesus died and rose at the age of thirty-three Resurrection bitch, my pertection bitch Your head's about the have Devil's numbers etched in, bitch There's that bitch Annie, with the eyes that sandy Girl of the supplier's brother, named Minny Glock many tecs so security could scan me Hit of the year, I better get a street Grammy It's hot in this back seat, slut bitch fammy There's that nigga, rest in Miami The voice of Tammy Lucas means I'm gon shoot this heater And mack entire crews like Reba My nigga Q-Ball, got eighty rounds to do y'all In God I wait, call em I can't wait to get to y'all A genie is blasphemus, anthraxous And who makes money, cleaning money, through taxes? [Chorus] [Verse - Malice] You can catch me in the back of the club, wit a buzz Wilding out frivolous, it's about ten of us Cats they envy us, wanna bust, either them or us What a rush when they make attempts to finish us Can't diminish us, our plan to sinister When it's all done and said, you in the need of ministers I'm the nigga that you feel, for wetting you up Make you feel like everything's love and setting you up We blown up, and these blocks got em sewn up Niggaz talking funny on my cell, hang the phone up Chicks wit the blunts, pull the pump shotty outta your bunk Body in a slump, either way, making em jump We got pretty cars, key to the city ours We the type to get a free lap dance, in titty bars Y'all floss, nah, we flaunt like drugs ours Sky's the limit, so we fly and touch stars Fuck y'all, no good full of hate niggaz Rush up in your spot, where my where the cake niggaz Break niggaz, wit the heat, penetrate niggaz And move it down south like my out of state niggaz Ill right? hit you wit two, now what it feel like? Looking like some TV shit, but this is real life Fuck, we got pies to slice, jewels to ice Feel the wrath of this Clipse shit, lose your life [Chorus x4] From Letras Mania