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Bout to jump in to the shooter Hit the E right 'fore I turn around Word around town Fly and Boldy got that work around Straight down, I75 bout to burn it down, the German town X and kush if it's any trouble Bring that shit back Michigan Stand the fuck up Bout to jump in to the shooter Hit the E right 'fore I turn around Word around town Fly and Boldy got that work around Straight down, I75 bout to burn it down, the German town X and kush if it's any trouble Next day I'm in the net, 2000 on my lap Ten bottles and drink, 10 010, you do the math Look, homie, I spazz, bust a couple of bats This stripper bitch looking bad, now I just fucked up my cash But it's back up to the road, down I94 Look to my guy in the shop, he's working straight for the bow Look like a rookie for drink, sound like that E in exchange Back in '10 I was flat, and I'm letting them bang We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U Letras de cancionesWith them 30 round clips and them 30 yard twist We keep yelling past bricks at them half bulls Little tears the bull, we call that rhythm and blues My niggas in the pit selling half a spoon We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U I clip things while I shit link Fuck the trip when I was 16, my soda dirty, my teeth clean And I talk dirties with them bitch We broke, had them rich dream, now rich, had them poor nightmares Why you live your whole life scared? I cash in on the white strips I'mma head here to a waste here just to watch them what the trip been Rock up get a set of keys, cut, cook and collect the cheese With the top up on them 17s you can cut one by you 17 Stretch arm strong for them extra Gs, got ice on me and my bitch is here When the lights off my bezel bling said Jesus died for my sins And my cross, I'mma let it hang, pipe down and my second Gs Strapped tight, I wouldn't try to ball with you, I'll let it be 'Cause that life, I'm brought about it, like Soul Slim and Master P From the Cali oak to the ' third war to the 17 We called in with the magazines, get 30's of by the 17 They shot us real, I'm selling V, got Molly on and a lot of E Chopper world, we build them clips to the top, we don't let 'em sink We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U With them 30 round clips and them 30 yard twist We keep yelling past bricks at them half bulls Little tears the bull, we call that rhythm and blues My niggas in the pit selling half a spoon We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U Chop start with your shit short, no farewell, well fist fought Pay 30 grand for that wrist talk My plug on the speed bricks, I don't fuck with no snitch Under no circumstance No copping bands from your fucking head I go low dough in them fucking heads I pay for with the OT and they ocho, not this fucking brick Get doubled up and I turn around then I must admit That I'll fuck you bare, you celebrating, we count the dough Talk soft and it's popping off, I'm the west V with them sandy bars On K route with them oxytocin Molly boys and we getting it, pussy niggas, take the picture if you missed it I can front you, that fish scale in me interests If you interested, that boy and girl related, it's incest if you end it up You mention that them goons niggas will tend to that Them people taking pics but I ain't talking no end in that No, the motion picture ' but I ain't talking no Cinemax My lil' homie moved pills there, he said it's hot but we still there I'm OT so motherfucking much, I bought a crib there off pills revenue We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U With them 30 round clips and them 30 yard twist We keep yelling past bricks at them half bulls Little tears the bull, we call that rhythm and blues My niggas in the pit selling half a spoon We still running down strips, play some scripts for the blow Taking turn around trips, blessed Michigan U From Letras Mania