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Let a nigga try que, try queWe gone kill his whole motherfuckin familyAnd I ain't playin with nobodyFuck around and I'm a get you bodiedBitch I brought a.9 not a.40Beat a snitch then we take his moneyNiggas know I'm on it, I own itI really mean it I'm someone importantGive lil ron the tommy for all you dummiesLeave his main bitch wet and hornyYou a old head you spend all your moneyPull straight up out the lot put a pic on igI had fake bitches I'm a realistGot so many shoes you should see my closetRock that all black when we really mobbinHop out like snoop, iaint crip walkinFuck is ya'll sayin bitch my hood love meWesley chapel road real niggas know meI been out my mind since they killed rodrickFree my brother gylon man he just called meAll these hoes love me can't get em off meOnly hit it one time she won't stop callingLetras de cancionesFyb that's still the squad long time comingPoppin bottles vip know your hoe comingEven when I was unsigned I was still that niggaNiggas see me, riding round with c-breezy, lambo speedingMind full of money, got your bitch full of semenGetting all this money fighting all these fuckin demonsTurn your girl into a relay, no track meetHave you singing like mariah you fuck with my familyNiggas steady hating but they gotta watch itTen-thousand dollars took my mama shoppingLet a nigga try que, try queWe gone kill his whole motherfuckin familyAnd I ain't playin with nobodyFuck around and I'm a get you bodiedBitch I signed to with baby, no diapersLeave you with a shit bag, big diapersI want more weed and less liquorLeave your girl around me then I'm probably gone hit herSigned to cash money last monthGot a lot of money I'm bout to stuntI'm a young stunner, big bluntsYou can have a taste if you wantI'm my own shooter I ain't gotta runLet a nigga try que, try queWe gone kill his whole motherfuckin familyAnd I ain't playin with nobodyFuck around and I'm a get you bodied From Letras Mania