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(Great John on the beat, by the way) Look, look Nigga, I'm outside with a hunnid pack (Pack) We gettin' money, baby, she know where the fun is at Heard they put some dollars on me, go get that money back Bitch thought she was stylin' on me, now look how she run it back Catch me in your city, know I, know I got it on me I press on this bitch and I bet everyone be hidin' from me Man, I need a thick bitch, I said a thick bitch, a mistress Dracos for my G-day, thirty clips, I want for Christmas Welcome to this life of mine (To this life of mine), they gangbangin' Niggas get to talkin', we just pull up where you hangin' No cappin' in my rappin', I ain't playin' Don't get clapped for your opinion, give a fuck 'bout what you sayin' They rappin' 'bout them sticks, I hope you use it then I take this AP off my wrist and put it on your head Make sure my chop is nice and full before I go to bed In case they think they got the one-up, keep one in the head Heard that the bullets left him wocky like he off the meds or somethin', look Sheff G straight be chillin', homie, you must be ed or somethin' Niggas hatin', shit is probably why they homies dead or somethin' Got the power 'round here like my last name Edison Nigga, I'm outside with a hunnid pack (Pack) Letras de cancionesWe gettin' money, baby, she know where the fun is at Heard they put some dollars on me, go get that money back Bitch thought she was stylin' on me, now look how she run it back (Now look how she run it back) Still in love with drilin', but I had to switch my role So bro put up the block, I pass the knock, we call it pick and roll Fresh Loc back, I'm ditchin' souls, at your door like I seen Jehov' Brand-new chop, that calico, bad lil' bitch, she pigeon-toed, hmm And I tell her, "Shake that shit," if not, she can't hang Like, baby, I can't chill, I'm with a hunnid niggas that gangbang It don't matter you give it to me or you fuck Frost, it's the same thing Police hatin' 'cause they can't tame, the BP when we switch lanes Niggas know my body, know I, know I never lack I call Shooter Gang, they outside with a hunnid straps All my opps is dead, don't gotta worry, they ain't comin' back Applyin' so much pressure, they can't get back, ain't no fun in that I'm done with that, like Nigga, I'm outside with a hunnid pack (Pack) We gettin' money, baby, she know where the fun is at Heard they put some dollars on me, go get that money back Bitch thought she was stylin' on me, now look how she run it back (Now look how she run it back) From Letras Mania