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Ooh, ahh, ain't that pressure Send you Zay, I love you dawg But you didn't even want the pressure You should've never got involved I see you niggas acting extra So I'ma gon' and do the extra 'cause nigga really havin' extras I ain't got no time for no flexing in stretchers I'm talkin' 'bout thirty extensions on weapons In the hood, my partner geeked up, that no better for you I was raised in the trenches, no better than you I might hit for I go, steal a deadbeat or two Pitiful, bought this shit critical Thought this shit out with my whips in the hole You tryna flip my new bitch for some bad broke ho Fuck 'round get your stupid ass gun smoke Dope boy Must be a dope fiend All my best friends on codeine Two hoes, a dope fiend Getting money, still a dope fiend No ma'am, I cannot describe you no face You buyin' two grams, and you doin' all of the tricks Disrespectful shit don't get no pass Nigga see through the bullshit with panameric Letras de cancionesVision, gonna pull up on 'em, supposed to shoot up they shit Pull up on ya folks and shoot up your shit Little bitch you got a potty mouth I'm tryna see what that ride about I'm tryna see if you count me in Shit I'm tryna see if you count me out I remember you, yeah you hated Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah you hated That was back when buzzo had them daytons Man you rode on my dick like a Haitian Watch 'em pop on my dick like a Haitian Should've had that shit copped, why you waitin'? I could take care of you like a patient But I am not your doc 'cause you crazy You shouldn't fuck with no ho that too lazy Bitch them niggas you fuck with fugazi That was back when Brenda had a baby I was tryin' shit you niggas can't Must be a dope fiend All my best friends on codeine Two hoes, a dope fiend Getting money, still a dope fiend No ma'am, I cannot describe you no face You buyin' two grams, and you doin' all of the tricks Disrespectful shit don't get no pass Nigga see through the bullshit with panameric Vision, gonna pull up on 'em, supposed to shoot up they shit Pull up on ya folks and shoot up your shit Must be a dope fiend All my best friends on codeine Two hoes, a dope fiend You getting money, still a dope fiend From Letras Mania