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(FREAKEY!) Let me talk to the beat, it don't talk back (Talk, talk) If I talk to your ho, that's a soul snatch (Soul) Put some crocodile teeth in the Glock head Heart of glass, drop dead then I'm heartless Hold up, keep the real my vicinity (Real) Touch down, palm trees and the city breeze That's eight hundred pounds of torque on a SRT I can finally get some shade under this money tree Bih, bih, bih, bih, yeah Please get the fuck out the pic Give my brother bread to buy a brick In and out the city ever since (Gone) Let me talk to thе beat, it don't talk back I'm a product of pain and some plot twists (What) Got an X on my chest likе I'm toxic (Yeah) And I ain't trusting shit but the process I just took your bitch in some Gucci flip flops Success the best revenge, I just love the dead talks Forty, shinigami death god (Oh my god) Circle tight like dreadlock (Dreadlock) Let me talk to the beat, it don't talk back (Talk, talk) If I talk to your ho, that's a soul snatch (Soul) Letras de cancionesPut some crocodile teeth in the Glock head Heart of glass, drop dead then I'm heartless Hold up, keep the real my vicinity (Real) Touch down, palm trees and the city breeze That's eight hundred pounds of torque on a SRT I can finally get some shade under this money tree Bih, bih, bih, bih, yeah Please get the fuck out the pic (FREAKEY!) From Letras Mania