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You rollin up back? This how it need to be Aw yea Yeah, So, exactly Yeah, yeah, so, yeah Yeah, yeah, so, so And I just want some things to change momma I just want some things to change I just want some things to change momma They been calling me insane kinda They been calling me insane They been calling me insane Just tryna put you in that range momma Just tryna put you in that range Just tryna put you in that range momma Living dangerous just to chase commas Living dangerous just to chase commas And I'm like, baby would you still love a nigga If I up and went broke Would you go and put that bread up on my books I seen the judge and got smoked I said I needa know I needa know Shit, I needa know Tell me an answer, I figured no Letras de cancionesI figured so Yo, your style need a DNA test, who's the father? Rolling a blunt up in the barber chair They see my face and say that god is near Business, I'm in it, don't involve a queer Niggas know me, got the knowledge like I'm Obi Sons don't go to war, you niggas hard, you gotta show me Living out my years, Kobe, that's deuce-four Fuck a cute whore, up in the two door, fucked up on Route 4 Just a Jersey boy, across the world, the people heard the noise I take your girl and turn her to a coin, shit That's head and tail, the rifle like a mop, it need a pail Whip the color kale, wylin' 'long as I got the bail, nigga From Letras Mania