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Can't nobody tell me shit, 'cause I got cuttas, motherfucker Bitch, I'm Virgil till I die, no, I can't be nobody other Told my choppa that the only thing we got is just each other I'm the type that needs the walls up when they bowlin', 'cause I'm gutta Uh-huh, uh-huh I ain't fuck yo' sister, bitch, I'm just a motherfucker Nah, I'm lyin', I knocked her ass down too and we got in a lots of trouble Ugh Fuck Mexican OT and fuck his raps, he's just a bitch Ho, I'm virgil till I die, and, oh, yes sir, I'm with the shits On 288, swangin' elbows like I'm in the UFC My choppa got a mind of its own, so if it shoot, it ain't on me I stay outta the F because I'm a G Bad bitch with me, she stay on fleek Miami Heat up and shoot, shoot a three, call my choppa "Kick", 'cause it knock out a knee Yes, bitch, I'm cut throat, no love, ho We gon' get 'em done fo' Hop out with these sticks, I told my tio, "Let that mug blow" Mismatch my designer, got me feelin' like I'm Luh Fo If the bitch can't afford my watch, then I ain't got time for itty bitty broke ho Ayo, is that Mexican OT Can't nobody tell me shit, 'cause I got cuttas, motherfucker Bitch, I'm Virgil till I die, no, I can't be nobody other Told my choppa that the only thing we got is just each other Letras de cancionesI'm the type that needs the walls up when they bowlin', 'cause I'm gutta I was deep in that water, swimmin' with them fishes Them crash dummy missions, I was jumpin' fences I came out the mud like a victim in ditches Everywhere I go, got a Glock in my britches Cut 'em up, now the doctor givin' 'em some stitches A beam on the yappa, I ain't never missin' Double D's on the cutta, Nina got extensions, in the Southside of Texas, double cup, we sippin' Southside steppin' I'm playa made, I pour up a four, mix it with Minute Maid If it's drama you want, we pull up where you stay And I ain't callin' 'em, 'cause I want deep hitter stains Ready for war, I'm strapped up like a soldier The tooley gonna knock his head right off his shoulder I'm actin' a fooley while pushin' a stolo' My grandma make cookies they got me on slow-mo Virgil you have everything under control And it's all in your mind The world is now in your hands Finish him Can't nobody tell me shit, 'cause I got cuttas, motherfucker Bitch, I'm Virgil till I die, no, I can't be nobody other Told my choppa that only thing we got is just each other I'm the type that needs the walls up when they bowlin', 'cause I'm gutta Uh-huh, uh-huh From Letras Mania