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Now I don't want for nothing, shit, I got it all She tried to tax a nigga, had to write her off It was only one night, but shit, she had a ball And when you fucking with The Dogg, it ain't no leash involved Come, come, we having a little fun, we partying one on one 'Til 6 in the morning, give a fuck about the sun Visionary, missionary (Don't stop, on top) On ya belly, then I'm back up in the Chevy (Legs up) Sometimes you gotta gangster lean in this life Got her blowing on my dice, started running red lights (Yeah) Baby got brains, I ain't gotta think twice (No) Baby got back, came twice same night I'm just tryna get wet in the storm and get some closure See a nigga in rare form, keep your composure (Yeah) She say she wanna come with her friends, well, bring 'em over Next morning, yawning, sipping on mimosas Time get to flying when ya grind like mine Got a line full of dimes, I'm just being braggadocios (Braggadocios) The way you walk is looking like you floating Make a nigga wanna hit that three-wheel motion (Coasting) Time only makes things still And the past is not here I never had to work so fast to go so mad 'cause it just don't last Let go of all of us, yeah Letras de cancionesI know you ain't on my side, yeah And until it ends I'ma ride, ride, yeah Where were you when I was in a war? (I'ma get mine regardless) Yeah, yeah (Cold-blooded and heartless) Now that's the way to crack a bottle (Time waits for no one) Uh, these bitches going full throttle (Time's up before you started) But shit, this is a hard pill to swallow (Shut us down before you close your eyes) Blue collar shit, I'm talking 'bout survival (Dearly departed) Get the fuck outta here with all that yada-yada (Wait if you want to) Middle finger to every one of my rivals (The slow one's the target) Dead on arrival You got me fucked up! Still high, I'm like fuck a hangover This a real high, you can smell the same odor Only good vibes, you should bring your gang over That good neck make me wanna put my chain on her Yeah, so what do you say? We can get away, we can bounce for days Bring an ounce to blaze, fucked up and faded Now she say she wanna take a pic Gangsta pose Cross yo' arms though, nigga And ever since the walls been pushed up against a nigga back, I Been swinging on enemies getting closer Inquiring too much, that shit can backfire Shit, you could become a victim of the culture I still got homies in prison, them nigga waiting on pictures Let's flick it up for my nigga Gangsta pose Cross yo' arms though, nigga America the great, easy to simulate Difficult to love, we be off the hate We incarcerate Judge you by the fate we put into place Freedom, what a bitter taste And I can see it on your face Gangsta pose Cross yo' arms though, nigga From Letras Mania