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You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing Letras de cancionesI prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Hand fulls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Hand fulls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Hand fulls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let em work with that Hand fulls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Trappin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drips was sauce From Letras Mania