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(Mobley) Run that back, bro, run that back Yeah, one more time, one more time Ff-ff, ff-ff Uh, uh Uh, cracker got an AR like he shootin' schools up Yellow wide-body Hellcat look like a school bus Dove up in that water, huh, I ain't have no scuba Glock on my lap, up and blow like a tuba You just a hatin' bitch, I don't give two fucks You just like to talk a lot, you ain't finna do nothin' They just like to pocket watch, so I got some zippers for 'em I got P's and zippers for 'em What they need? I get it for 'em Dope loud, it's annoyin', bitch, you can't ignore it On that porch, ride 'til early mornin', tryna get it off We get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion Bitch, I'm poppin' like some bubbles blowin' Uh, yeah, huh, huh Cuh said he ready, I'm already goin', huh Glock got a red dick, like a dog do, huh (Yeah) She don't play with 19s, she might just dog you, huh (She might just dog you) Lamb' white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (They look like fondue) Your bitch say she like me, I'm high as a kite be Need some bad lil' red shit, somethin' like a Hi-C (Somethin' like a Hi-C) Letras de cancionesBitch, I'm white with 23, feelin' somethin' like Mike be (Somethin' like Mike be) Chopper talk that Bow Wow, feelin' somethin' like Mike be (Somethin' like Mike be) F— mm, yeah, uh, uh (Somethin' like Mike be) Somethin' like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light C (Uh-huh) I'm already white, ho, I don't need no white bitch (Uh-huh) I'm already white, bitch, I don't need no white ho We got brown, tan, purp', green, teal, and white dope We got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar Drew down with a black ski, now that boy a could've-should've Uh, drew down with that— yeah, that black ski, he a could've-should've You feel me? Druski? Could've? Yeah You catch my drift? Yeah Uh, uh, get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, huh Draco with a fully, we drop down, like, with some bullets I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie (Ff) I been in that field (Ff-ff), I'm the boss man (Yeah) Shoot you in your jaw (Yeah), fuck up your teeth (Yeah), now you can't talk again (Huh) 5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again All they finna say, hm, "Shouldn't have spoke on him," huh Speak on Two or Three and I'll hop out deeper than a deep end I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' I pulled up with this .223 (Yeah, uh), it hit your— Yeah One take, bitch, that's on the whole L Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh Pff, yeah From Letras Mania