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You know I don't Fuck with these bitches, bridges Burnt down to the fucking roach, ho Yeah, I let 'em go Only smoke with the bros One side by my side And we keep it low Only on a need to know, ho All up in my business And opinion after opinion, ho Only on a need to know, ho Independent, now they love O Riders on the fucking storm though Top down, you wouldn't believe it though Let 'em know you're gonna make it out Oh, woah, old hittas wanna be mad at me (Oh, woah) I don't know why you're mad at me (Oh, woah) Gettin' high and we all tired all week (Oh, woah) It's a lifestyle, it's a lifestyle You know I don't Fuck with these bitches, bridges Burnt down to the fucking roach, ho Yeah, I let 'em go Letras de cancionesOnly smoke with the bros One side by my side And we keep it low Fuck with these bitches, bridges Burnt down to the fucking roach, ho Yeah, I let 'em go Only smoke with the bros One side by my side And we keep it low Slowing down and down Yeah, I need to go Yeah, I'm outta mind They need to fucking go Going 'round and 'round All we see is gold (See is gold) No room at the table You need to slow your roll Oh, woah, old hittas wanna be mad at me (Oh, woah) I don't know why you're mad at me (Oh, woah) Gettin' high and we all tired all week (Oh, woah) It's a lifestyle, it's a lifestyle You know I don't Fuck with these bitches, bridges Burnt down to the fucking roach, ho Yeah, I let 'em go Only smoke with the bros One side by my side And we keep it low Fuck with these bitches, bridges Burnt down to the fucking roach, ho Yeah, I let 'em go Only smoke with the bros One side by my side And we keep it low (Jesus Christ) From Letras Mania