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(Sebz Beats, baby) (Crud) Sprintin', MAC-10, G-lock, Beretta (Brrt) Pussy, you're irrelevant (Brap) Man need a gun that can lick down an elephant (Shatai) I smoke a lot for the pain, it's my medicine Tellin' me she's celibate Baby, I'm intelligent, bail, no evidence (None) Still tryna pepper them, two straps, doublin' (Brap, brap) Urus or a Cullinan Shorty, I'm a bad boy, your daddy wouldn't get it (Shatai, brap) Love it when she neck it, stroke and caress it (Brap, brap) Racks on my jewellery, my burners proteck it (Brap, shatai) It's dark outside, see the gun how I left it (Bullet, bullet) Pull up and shoot, anybody will regret it (Brap, brap, bullet) Didn't want me then, but she want me now Fucked so many girls, I'm losin' count Gift and a curse, love the way she use her mouth Shorty wants a real killy-killy that comes from South (Shatai) My South ting says she want new lashes I green-light it only if she holds two mashes When I step in the place, I want no chattings Well, unless you've got bodies or you do slappings I ain't pressed, I press triggers and press bitches Letras de cancionesI used to press cocaine and cook my best dishes Now the feds done a sweep cah the block's hot I heard they took more pipes than your ex-missus Is it true that a coward dies a thousand deaths? I got two-two drip, but you'll drown to death Add that to my thirty-six pounds of flesh I know I'm wicked, I don't even want an ounce of rest In my lightning links On a hotline, makin' frightening drinks Cartier bangles, Cartier tints I want her best friend 'cause she's twice as thick, but I might not pick Yeah, it's me You must've seen Never had a job, just a gunman shift (Just a gunman shift) 9 cock her head back when I got nicked (Woah) Yeah, you gotta watch how my eyes on it (Yeah, yeah) Long-sleeve, short-sleeve, how you like your wrist? (How you like your wrist?) Her body fabulous, you know I like 'em thim slick (I like 'em thim slick) Big dog, I ain't never been bitched (Never) From a broken home that ain't ever been fixed (Let's go) Fourteen bricks, I can never get mitched (Get mitched) Any RICO'll get pitched (Get pitched) Brother, if you got the RICO, you a snitch (Snitch) You ain't built right Nike techs and black Forces, but I can go Harrods when I feel like So what you feel like? (What you feel like?) I know man that got rich and they still died (And they still died) Gun talk before me, that's a real vibe (Yeah) Call Russ and gun lean when it's drill time (Brap, huh) From Letras Mania