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Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (MTM, hit 'em with the heat) Fuck that shit, I been getting money lately, I just been like, "Fuck a bitch" Indulge on this dick, lil' shawty, take your lips and smother it He want friction, static shock, pull up and let that thunder hit I don't need no stick, I swing my fist, proceed to punish him Uh, up the steel, put metal to his face just like he Pain Your pockets too slender, boy, but my pockets on paid 'Member I was locked up in that cell? Stuck in them chains (Uh, yeah) Now, before she eat my dick, she bow down, sayin' grace (Yeah, yеah) Uh, what he say? Forty-cal, let that bitch bang, uh Genocidе of my kind, I feel like I'm Blaine, uh Ready, set, hit the clutch, seven-speed race, uh That's So Raven, my future look brighter through these frames, uh Tell that bitch I'm not impressed, you're like, "Guess now I'm question-mark-kickin' his head" I let the molly digest, bitch, I'm feelin' intense, better watch how you step Talkin' like this and like that, tracheostomy, you'll catch a hole in your neck I hack your body to pieces and send all the limbs to your mama's address Hundred rounds to reload, like limbo, boy, you get bent If you scared, don't go to church, just invest in a TEC Wear and tear that pussy down, like Two-Face, leave a dent Four-five to his head, shoot 'til it tic just like Tourette's Letras de cancionesFuck that shit, I been getting money lately, I just been like, "Fuck a bitch" Indulge on this dick, lil' shawty, take your lips and smother it He want friction, static shock, pull up and let that thunder hit I don't need no stick, I swing my fist, proceed to punish him Uh, up the steel, put metal to his face just like he Pain Your pockets too slender, boy, but my pockets on paid 'Member I was locked up in that cell? Stuck in them chains Now, before she eat my dick, she bow down, sayin' grace From Letras Mania