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We in this chrysies what the fuck is that smell Let me talk about it it's hard to breathe with all Y'all know some shit, what you twisting? Those black box nigger I brought a box from home cause here They don't sell no swishers Big dick but I ain't for the fuck If you ain't family can't fuck this Splash life come3 on jump it You ain't got a budge you can't chunk it Get the last niggers you wanna bump it And the first niggers they get it bumping My name is the name and you know this Don't fuck with me nigger don't trash him Old niggers home you make hoe shit So who am I to blame these kids 21 years young on my... Still water front on my low shoe This feel like NJ for the first time I'm still pushing beat and fuck West up my niggers worst fuck Call me papi or motherfucker Just pull up for cover Thank to stay behind the keyboard Got niggers in yo town that good for Shit I just gotta get'em transported Letras de cancionesI get yo head for some new ports Money don't blow but you don't smoke Big talk always come slow Play the game but I'm not a fast call Money in the bank and we rolling with a thank What the fuck you think? Blowing on stake and I'm sipping on pay Need a little bit more Gotta get it till I code But you know Fuck the cool shit I try to write the rules bitch I never like to do like my time's to do It ain't right for you bitch My young nigger produced this So now I gotta lose it Lyrics defy physics and blows Never pretend though I'm bout my end Shout stone...that's my gift foe Speak niggers we dunk romance hoe I grind that weed like angel red nose Take her then I beg her A Sap to a major But the boy so major It'll wreck your main purse Say hello to the places That you're never gonna go cause you basic All I do is spend money and replace it So funny living in your mother's basement I got a brother named Benjamin Franklin You got a brother named late bill payment I got a brother named Benjamin Franklin You got a brother named late bill payment You worth a dollar like the stain of Ralph Phoenix Gotta get it motherfucker no patience Money in the bank and we roll like a tank Blwo9ing on stank and I'm sipping on pay Got my mind so blank Need a little bit more Gotta kill it till I cope Finish yo slam... Are you crabby for you walking Then that they let you run outside Btu before you shout out to porch I was getaway drive Popping up columns and stilly with school driving Bout 12 I had to try Got right out there hot as hill No walking through the fire Only here by getting prayer My father ain't getting wider Lucky rider caught a case with money But I'm lucky even silent cause if he went Just like being brother I went inside You would've shot him to That's what he got for trying to ride He had his 32i hat my 38 And may he get this money Now he in the flash From Letras Mania