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Hey, how long the GPS say bro Say we- Why the fuck ain't nobody outside? I think I see somebody comin' out the door Slow down, slow down, slow down, cut your lights off, nigga Alright Yeah, that's them bitch ass niggas right there Pull up, pull up Pull up, nigga, pull up and roll the window down Ayo! What's the business, boi? Ho ass nigga Oh shit (Wow) This that shit (Oh, my fuckin' God) Turn this shit up (Wow) You funky dog head Bitch, you ain't really like what you think you is Why these niggas always on the same old shit? Pull up with the gold BBs like Mitch I got the key to the city like Nip What the fuck do you mean? I'm in love with the cream, yeah Got a bad ass bitch and her ass so thick that it stuff up her jeans, yeah I live a life that you see on a TV screen I need my money in all blues like BB King, VVs bling Letras de cancionesBright as bitch, high as a cliff Shut the fuck up when your highness is near Where all the lighters inhere, I need it on fire in here, the vibe is in here (Hmm, hmm, hmm) I got the game in a motherfuckin' lock My time is now, give a fuck 'bout a clock I got the motherfuckin', hmm, ah Don't even know what to say, I'm too hot (Woo) Shit, pull up and hop out and flick off the cops, get off my cock Pressure cookin' pussy niggas and opps Make a nigga go and dig up a lot, goddamn Her pussy so wet when I fuck she be makin' my socks damp I need the millions and billions and trillions and zillions, run me the motherfuckin' mula, okay Please, don't make me do this, okay, you don't wanna lose your medulla today Here lies (No) a dumbass nigga (Oh no) Who thought he could withstand (No) the power of a man (Hell no) Ah, but no Never got it 'til they get it Stoned cold killer for the digits You switched sides on your Benedict Arnold You start, I'ma finish it pronto In a condo with a pretty bitch shakin' ass by the front door Her shit bounce like a bongo This shit sound like a full breed bronco Good dope on the way up your nose I ain't never had that much but I made it enough I evaded the cages and cuffs, mm You niggas couldn't pay me to bluff, Clae J. Fox, I was raised as a wolf Pissin' off the opinionated bitches, flickin' major switches This is the matrix, I'm shaded by the lenses, I painted the forensics I'm back in my back like a backpack on back, that's my back I preach game like a pastor that rap Niggas is funny, my bad if I laugh Pick up the money, I left half in the sash School of hard knocks, I mastered the class Grade A Clae with the MJ stats Let me slow it down for the illiterate niggas who brain can't adapt Okay, just got back from a flight, I'm high He say he 'bout that life, he lied If you really 'bout it, be quiet (Don't speak on it) Just turn that shit up when it's time You know me, I be coolin', I'm vibin' I don't fuck with these niggas, I'm sorry Runnin' plays like Madden, I blitz it My bitch got a Brazilian butt lift As you could see At the end of the, at the end of the road I'm gon' be there A nigga like me gon' be there Oh damn, we done killed the wrong nigga From Letras Mania