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I just rolled up a J, smokin' weed every day Don't pass to fuck niggas Y'all know what's up with us McQueen in my cup Teach her to roll it up Keep me a J stuffed Got it, then blaze up Low rider raised up Know where I came from Straight from the 'Burgh, nigga Ride with my day one's Spend it but save some Hit but don't claim none Engine got somethin' in it My business, I gotta run You know that it's Taylor Gang, my chain shinin' like the sun Told you over and over that we gon' ride until it's done My driver be in the front I'm in the back but it's hard to relax These lil' niggas don't know how to act, tryna be like Cap Fuck around, catch a heart attack Fuck around, leave and won't come back Ride for my team, won't turn my back Make a move first, we gon' react Always on point, don't cut no slack Letras de cancionesLook at my rap sheet, nigga (Nigga) Started off last then we rollin' up grass, then we pass to the baddest bitches T-G-O-D Mafia (T-G-O-D Mafia) I brought some more kush if you ain't got enough I see straight through you niggas, can't lie to us I ain't there 'less I profit Ice on my chain and watches Don't have to think about it Know I walk in the place 'cause— I just rolled up a J, smokin' weed every day Don't pass to fuck niggas Y'all know what's up with us McQueen in my cup Teach her to roll it up Keep me a J stuffed Got it, then blaze up Low rider raised up Know where I came from Straight from the 'Burgh, nigga Ride with my day one's (Yes, sir) Spend it but save some Hit but don't claim none Engine got somethin' in it My business (Uh-huh), I gotta run Big dope smoker My dick a ho-choker She told me, she like it rough, don't want no slow stroker This bag cost five-K (K) Get high like Friday (Day) Bitch, this a day date (Date) El presidente' ('Te) She say, "It's a cheat day," tryna get her rent paid (Nah) Ayy, bitch, I been paid (Ah), since my pimp days (Uh) Exotics, rollin' up exotics Narcotics, they got me toxic I got her and spoiled her rotten, ignore her until I'm plottin' Every day (Every day) She get down on her knees but she don't pray (She don't pray) Smoke a pound of that weed, KK (KK) I got shooters out yo' league, JJ (JJ) You don't want no smoke like a cancer patient I just rolled up a J, smokin' weed every day Don't pass to fuck niggas Y'all know what's up with us McQueen in my cup Teach her to roll it up Keep me a J stuffed Got it, then blaze up Low rider raised up Know where I came from Straight from the 'Burgh, nigga Ride with my day one's Spend it but save some Hit but don't claim none Engine got somethin' in it My business, I gotta run From Letras Mania