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Ayy (It's Hokatiwi) Grindin' like I'm Rob Dyrdek, this shit ridiculous When you play that back door, you cannot be conspicuous Only time I match with the drip, 'fit intricate Typin' numbers in, card green like an immigrant It was fraudulent, but now the pape' legitimate Prince of the Mitten, they'll tell you that in Michigan If they try denyin' it, they probably been a bitch Treat that drop like a comment when we pinnin' it Choked off a puff, thnk the 'za laced with cinnamon Shit, the way I'm gettin' chased, you'd probably think I'm in the mix The move that I hit her with meant for finishin' Told him, "Say no to drugs" blowed, I'm a hypocrite Soon as he walked away, I sat back and sipped a script Cuddy got one eye open while he hit the scripts You would think we need a wheelbarrow, how we flippin' bricks Brodie said he put the Percs down, but he miss the itch On the road jacked up like I gotta fix the whip Dog$hitMilitia, play with us, you get bit by pits Treat the buffs like the TRX, had to tint my sticks I was fallin' off that cliff, had to fix my grip Never, ever, ever could I slip, had to blick my hip Boy, I'm rich as shit What that mean? That mean think 'fore you fix your lips Letras de cancionesBean talk with the plug, did the pintos ship? If I ain't top one on it, then forget your list, Bible Jack of all trades, I'm a human Swiss army knife I might stand up on the table, leave the party hype Nah, I'm playin', you won't catch me out, I ain't the party type Clip curlin' off the Drac' lookin' like an Arby's fry Lookin' like a hairball in the 'Cat, I live the Marni life I got fire on my waist, but the Cartis ice (Long live $cam, SBDSM, alright, look) Life a gamble, brodie catchin' jacks, I had to follow suit Watch your surroundings, shooter trailin' tryna follow you When you got a couple dollars, hoes, they'll swallow you Got unc' scammin', his ID say Bartholomew Work, hey, work, ayy, work, ayy Work, work, huh, ayy Work, work, huh, ayy, work, work Rat-ass ho, you ain't even worth a boob job All that tryna steal our powers, we gon' turn to Tune Squad Thinkin' we done maxed out, I done turned a new knob I'ma call you Terry Crews, you be workin' two jobs Fuck the easy way, never care about usin' the stairs They can never take my spot from me, this ain't musical chairs Ninety nine percent of who be talkin' tough shoot in the air Quagen and the looseleaf, you playin' a brew and a square Without the money, I get lonelier than Akon Lonelier than Speaker Knockerz, glad I got some pape' now With all these snakes that's around, can't relate now Stay dangerous, it ain't no point in bein' safe now 3 PM fallin' sleep, that's a drank nod I'm so high like, oh, shit, hey, God Buffed up, swingin' sticks like I'm A-Rod Glitch on this bitch, boy, the Glocky got a K mod So much money outta BoA, you'd think I bank-robbed Couldn't even touch the backboard, I can bang now Said you want smoke with us, you must be laced, huh? See the life we livin', oh, that's right, you want a taste, huh? You gon' have to work, work, work Work, work, work From Letras Mania