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Ayy, yeah Runnin' that street life Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Cris Dinero Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Ayy, okay, like Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothin' I can do about that Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothin' I can do about that Today I woke up with them racks, put five grams in my Backwood .38 up on my hip, won't slip No face, no case, that's racks in the book Bring it back like a boomerang, yeah, don't look Crystal on my neck look like 3M I know your boyfriend wanna be me, yeah we see him Take the swag, take the swag, you need it, ay Letras de cancionesShe said my chain a complexion of this I just might swim in your miss, yes Hold up, lil' shorty, you tweakin' My white bitch, she geekin' Run through them stacks like LeBron with no defense Wax on them like Mr. Miyagi Daniel-san, know that it's best you don't try me Smokin' on kill, I call that poison ivy Wrist lookin' like a rock made out of water Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothin' I can do about that Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothin' I can do about that Today I woke up with the urge To lay a fuck nigga in the dirt He look suspicious, no lurkin' on our turf So them pistols loaded Put me through hell, I will prevail I'm pistol toting This life's a bitch, but she'll let you hit once you get to know her My Blood told me the judge on me I'm tip-toein', my dick showin' Really, I got no trust in these niggas See me, I feel no sympathy I'm dustin' these niggas Put a blade to my face, 2K for the play I'm bustin' these bitches If he can't get you, you gon' make a nigga pull up for the rest of you niggas I'm wishin' death on you niggas, yeah Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothin' I can do about that Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothin' I can do about that From Letras Mania