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(Howdy sheriff, what's new in the crib?) These niggas switched up when the tables turned To my dog, we past you just wait your turn Cuz the niggas round' you, try to [?] your urn Nigga ain't game, we gon' box em out Whole OCA banks, nigga large amounts My cousin' locked up, need to let him out Nigga call lil' buddy and he shut his mouth No Lil Xan face bitch I'm breaking him out Can't believe you lil' nigga, this is not what you about You were seventeen, lil' nigga on the way out But that selfish as fuck to your mama Can't be twisted up, nigga in that drama In that pen too young, feeling trauma But there's money on your books, no problem Imma love you always, no option It's still faith in you, you got it I don't really give a fuck who shot it Can't believe it's your name on that body Don't go taking them xans in the [?] Mama said twenty five years, that hurt I was in the studio, nigga I was at work I broke down right there, fuck it who heard I couldn't even record, I was lost for my words I was on the way, you was supposed to make it Letras de cancionesWe're twins, I'm eggs you're bacon I still can't believe you ain't make it But I see how you feel, she was hatin' Listen to the end [?] and I say it Here till the fall, nigga you gotta take it Fuck it, it's raining Raining, raining, raining, raining, raining, raining, raining Stick on him, got a hundred round, hundred round, stick on him Stick on him, got a hundred round, hundred round, stick on him Slip by him, can't shit nah nah nah, slip by him Nah, slip by him, can't shit nah nah nah, slip by him Fuck it, it's raining Raining, raining, raining, raining, raining, raining, raining (Fuck it, it's raining, raining, raining, raining, raining, raining, raining, raining) From Letras Mania