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We gotta dance, nigga Niggas, do your successful dance right now Bitches, come dance with successful niggas Let's go, hahaha Yeah Shit Yeah Yeah Look Back at the nicest Everything about me at this moment is only the cause of crisis Better protect this national treasure only because I'm priceless Like the score, will Peter Roll you, I only come pair of dices You get it? (Uh-huh), roll you like dices? (Yeah) Try to refrain from talkin' shit, tryna be more righteous Fuck that, it's dragon season, I'ma cut you up into slices I'm back to simple shit more than likely to shift the climates Motherfucker, you's a pest, little jester, I'll smack your highness (Huh) Infect just like a germ and I'll quickly attack the sinus A vision is forgiven of those who be the blindest Little mindless motherfuckers and those who thought they could try this (Hah) Now die with all the rest of my foes and then rewind this (Huh) Select them niggas' bearers, then toast to those that I ride with And while we're killin' you all with kindness (Hah) Dependin' on the victim, there's a difference in all the prices (Huh) Letras de cancionesKnow everything 'bout your children and where your wife is Pull up and knock you off, leave your body until your life slip Put the squeeze on you niggas, tighten you like a vice grip (Uh-huh) Then eat a meal at Mastro's, 'fore I bounce, leave a nice tip (Let me leave a nice tip) Even before that, I probably'll take a nice sip Of that Louis XIII, shorty kissin' me with her nice lips She walk in front the god while I'm watchin' her nice hips Enough of that, back to fuckin' up every night, bitch Yes, I got that heroin that's givin' the fiends a nice itch That demon time, I get wicked like poltergeist, shit Triathlete how I ride the beat like a cyclist Murder niggas with these bars like I'm cuttin' 'em with a knife quick (Oh, shit) Benjamin Button, young Bus is back, don't you like this? (Uh-huh) When you're strong in the feeling, no need to even write this From the era of soundin' like yourself, please don't even bite this A prophet, prophesize the predictions like I'm a psychic I fuck your bitch even if she be actin' a lil' dykish It's tough love, I continue to beat you niggas with guidance 'Fore I feed the street the smell, I add seasoning and some spices (Uh-huh) My style been always next level, never needed a stylist (I never needed 'em) Accept this loan so you can stop actin' so fuckin' childish Aggressive with the spit, I ain't never stoppin' the violence Done gave you niggas heat like I gave the street on consignment Dodge a bitch nigga like potholes while whippin' without a license And torture niggas bad like I'm rippin' your fuckin' eyelids And leave a legacy so lethal, they talk about shit that I did We had 'em throwin' couches like niggas knew the assignment Then I blanked and dropped the microphone, leavin' the room in silence From Letras Mania