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Fuck Ayy yo Ayy yo, you fuck niggas fear me, bitches love me Cancun check the chin, neck looked husky Fiend hit the pipe one time, did the Dougie Ayy yo, fiend hit the pipe one time, did the Dougie Ayy yo, my neck look gorgeous Ten pavement scrapers, got the poles in the Porsche Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, nigga, that's on all us Where you from? Have my lil' nigga shoot your borner up Drug dealer, we snatch your cherry .38 with the potato seasoned with Perry Perry My MAC that sensational Sherri My MAC that sensational Sherri My Bay P blew a thousand percent Dimes looked like Eminems, we had halves on all it Everybody rockin' Fendi now, shit lookin' brazy Griselda like the coke in the '80s Griselda like the coke in the '80s Every other week the niggas shootin' at the groove I had to talk a couple times, I'm trippin' in my jewels Bullets hit this bitch, she started bleeding on my Loubs Bitches say he rich as fuck, prettier, and bool Metal Gear Stone Island Cherry '63, I bought that shit with no mileage (Skrrt) Letras de cancionesCherry '63, I bought that shit with no mileage Yo, dopeman this, nigga, dopeman that, nigga Thirty-two shot MAC, nigga, sip Act', nigga Thousand pack flip, nigga, skeleton wrist, nigga Lil' nigga ask me how it feel to be rich, nigga How it feel, nigga? I do this shit in real life Got the red cherry I do this shit in real life Fucking king of New York, nigga, me I do this shit in real life Fly fuckin' god I do this shit in real life I'm an awesome god, nigga I do this shit in real life You niggas is fuckin' broke You niggas fuckin' bums (The Butcher comin', nigga) You might catch me dolo but the drum hold fifty If the po' come get me, I might come home 60 If I get head in the whip, she might come home sticky It worked, triple your worth if you move one load with me And that's on God You know when pies get measured, that's when ties get severed, nigga And we are never squashing, I like conflict better, uh My name in conversations with accomplished legends Anybody that rhyme pathetic done got beheaded My niggas in the field lettin' TEC's off Ratchets pop and the rest in them hills and them rec yards shadowboxin' Take a rapper chain, bring it here, I'll gladly rock it Me, West, and Conway like Mike, Bird, and Magic Johnson .44 mag, ski mask and the fabric cotton My eyes done seen shit my kids can't imagine watching Nigga'll put you in the casket for the hat you rockin' Dope boy, I had to use a mattress for an extra pocket They spend half they careers getting over This nickel shoot like Kerry Kittles from Villanova I used to take trips in the cab to get the coca I still ride in the back of the whip gettin' chauffered Feds at my front door Try to leave the gang plugs and one more I told him fuck it, as long as it comes raw I was there when it jumped off This for my nigga in the feds who won't get to see his son crawl Let's go Hey yo Bad buy here Reminding you Flygod is an awesome god, chico From Letras Mania