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Life got cold, so I turned the heat up on niggas I got tired of hearing lies, I went to sleep on niggas Shop a roundhouse kick off and go Jet Li on niggas Got like Mike, went subpar then got to beating on niggas I did my own niggas, twenty-one to zero a nigga Call me Shaquille, I'll smoke you like a free throw, nigga Grimey like an Oakland legend in the peacoat, nigga I'm like my east coast, beast up and go [?] on niggas My square friend will bust your head for a pint of red My Pimp C bitch gon' make sure both legs behind her head My dirty ass still put it in after shе went to bed My dirty ass wore up this Glock and thеy gon' mummy wrap your head Bitch my skin take of the scepter, cut off the dreads Grab a tint from big 5 and go hide under the bridge Let my name cool down a bit, get back to pimpin' [?] whip out his camera, my fists so vicious You gon' [?] with some play runners, boutta [?] at you And you the one I picked to come out of all of my bitches Stuck the pill back in her mouth, made her throw up the Henny Watching her rim go so ham, man it feels sweet like [?] Just left nine [?] with the [?] I know I'm gonna heal, I might as well fuck up the season Had to free this bird 'cause that bitch always in her feelings I wouldn't cum for bitch if she gave me a soft million Off-White cleats looking like [?] spat me up Letras de cancionesPSD is all I trust 'cause the Glock stay tucked I move mean like they [?] in a Tahoe truck Told that bitch go to the store and get top bust up Life got cold, so I turned the heat up on niggas I got tired of hearing lies, I went to sleep on niggas Shop a roundhouse kick off and go Jet Li on niggas Got like Mike, went subpar then got to beating on niggas From Letras Mania