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Nyah, nyah (ShittyBoyz) Your ho hit me with that hawk tuah (Hawk tuah) This white boy don't miss, you would swear you saw Luka Maison Mihara's or the Ricky's, I don't walk Puma Lock your lips and throw the keys unless you tryna talk mula It's impossible for me to love, might need a heart replacement My bitch keep on asking me for Van Cleef and Carti' bracelets Thousand somethin' shots, you would think we came from army bases You would think my shooter work for Maaco, all the cars he painted It's so much more to talk about than killing opps Like how I just dropped a four and then killed my pop R.I.P., I popped a RP and killed her twat Finally went and got a lil' gun, you a killer now? Huh? You need to kill it, dude Plug said he out of za, he just killed my mood I be damned to go out herе and buy Gorilla Glue You a chimp, you'll never know how us gorillas movе If ballin' was a crime, I'd get lethal injection You are not a demon IRL, I got evil detection Blew it every time he made it, ain't make a single investment Fiend tryna get high, don't care if his needle infected Billionaire studios, this ain't no Boys Club Actin' like he totin' fully, wouldn't shoot a toy gun Cuddy had a brick to get off every time his 'Droid rung Letras de cancionesCough two holes in 'em, what I smoke destroys lungs Turn right back around, like why this store full of Kenzo? Bust on your bitch face like a Coke full of Mentos Why you even sippin' drank, got a Coke full of yellow? Barely fans in the crowd, doggy show full of echoes I be high as hell forgettin', so my notes full of memos Too friendly to be mine, that lil' ho full of "Hello"'s I can't have no bitch that be sayin' hey to everyone All the hoes eaters nowadays, ain't no ride-or-dies When it's time to go and get back, you gon' slide or cry? Light 'em up and give him wings, somethin' like a firefly If you ain't all ears while I talk, turn to Iron Mike Talkin' 'bout I'm ass? I got word, ratio Tryna do everything I do, call him baby bro Got fellatio from your ho, she just ate me whole Ballin' in my ones, MJ back in '84 Crazy, I might hear myself, turnin' on the radio Bitches playin' roles, you would think that life HBO Brodie ridin' 'round hot as hell like his AC broke Saw the TRX, now the fans tryna chase me home Flyer than Peter Pan, but I'll probably never land Reachin' in my bag, Pearl Jam, get a severed hand Six figures for the nautilus with the leather band You could play a game of chess on these Louis checkered pants You down to ten dollars tryna win a scratch-off P-U-A had you up, like how it get to that, dog? Accurate with F&N, can knock a pimple patch off Every whip was modded, never rode in simple Trackhawks Gang tappin' heads, it ain't duck, duck, goose Brrt (Ha) Had your ho vacuum up the whole crib and I got sucked up too Your baby face like Ray, I hit the puff-puff, oop You can't hit this From Letras Mania