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(Triggamix) [Verse 1] Nigga, I’m educated I ain’t talkin’ no college, nigga, I never made it I ain’t smokin’ no garbage nigga, I’m hella famous I make a movie, you niggas should stick to picture takin’ Paper makin’ while your stories all fabricated Bitches in my section with their asses shakin’ She just obsessin’, we sexin’, my tigo Benjy makin’ I’m killing everything, ain’t no need for a respirator I’m getting cheese my nigga, I’m such a cheddar makin’ I got a crib in the woods, livin’ on hella accres Still good in my hood, from 36 to crater Come get some money, you can fuck them dirty bitches later You lookin’ bummies, got your centers, well I need a favor I bet I shit on these niggas, who wanna make a wager? I’m on my shit on you niggas, I’m ‘bout that paper label I came up on you niggas, I’m like a elevator Rest in peace Nate Dogg, I’m bumpin’ regulator I’m ‘bout my business and my business I was never later Look in the mirror, I say fuck a hundred thousand haters Just got the club and they paid a hundred thousand, baby Nigga remember when I used to have the silver razor Flip phones, told your baby momma call me later Huh, cut ‘er yea, I cut ‘er now she call me razor Letras de cancionesShe got a bag of some shoes, I did your ass a favor Another bitch in my crew but she love a pussy ater Her name Caramel, I treat ‘er like my favorite flavor [Verse 2] She say she stay poppin’ when she rockin’ with her girlfriend Okay, that’s okay, you just go and bring your girl then She say keep going like we was going till the world end Left it on her neck right next to where her mama’s pearls is Bottles and swobbles they coming back to back and back to back I’m flippin’ dollars, my paper remind me of her occupant Shoot for the stars, maybe I fuck her later, astronaut Toast to the boss, they get their paper with their asses out I’m in Atlanta, yea in Atlanta like my old crib I’m going hammer, I’m going hammer like some toes is These niggas cowards, these niggas actin’ like some hoes is I want the power, you wanna sell out like my shows is I probly love ‘er, yea I love ‘er like my last bitch Beautiful motherfucker, just look how big her ass is Shout to the pictures, where all my bitches? You a bad bitch Leave the chisourty, bitches sour like the patch kiss Wait for the moment, it’s never coming like the past is My my the past isn’t You niggas passed missin’ On reality wrench, you niggas passed wishin’ Nigga my palms itchin’, niggas you all bitches I’m a star, right there Woo From Letras Mania