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[Chorus:] My bullets whistle like And fly right past your dome My bullets whistle like A 100 shots a nigga gone My bullets whistle like I got the typewriter tommy gun just like capone My bullets whistle like 6 feet deep another homie gone [Verse 1:] We juggle women and we smuggling bricks New 7 50 model huggin my dick I send a hater, hater a postcard from paradise The beach is sandy that money got the setting right No money, less stress Now all my enemies is in my book of death I'm in that louie bomber Yea my car is like the stealth bomber I see popo I mash when I hit the corner Money at the bar is the global economy Global phone lear jet recession don't bother me Hermeez slippers, fat ass sales 2 sisters I'm so ambitious like pharrell [Chorus] Letras de canciones [Verse 2:] I'm far from a legend, I'l never be one Street hall of fame die with a big gun Like e-money or troy at the sports bar I get money and blow it on a shook par Interscope wanna divide and conquer Momma always told me don't trust em R.I.p to dary and albert To get an education you need a 40 cal cause Lock the doors, and hide your children Shorty 13 years old and he dead on linen Same day, different shit [Chorus] From Letras Mania