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Huh, yeah, huh (Buh), huh, huh, huh, huh Yeah, huh, yeah (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz) I'm in this bitch with Twonem, huh, yeah Free 3, huh, yeah (Yeah) Walked in fitted, then I left out dirty, huh Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby (Skrrt) I've been way too geeked, I popped too many Perkies And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka Huh, huh, huh (Buh, buh), yeah, huh, huh (Yeah) My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka Huh, yeah, huh, cracka, huh (Buh, buh, buh) My pills clean, but-, huh, yeah, huh, huh (Yeah) Wake up, hit for 50, feel like Curtis, huh (I feel like Curtis) I roll her in the Rolls, she feel exposed, drop the curtain (Drop it, bitch) You got pole and I got pole, just drop the lo', be there in thirty Grab my mask, get to Purgin' (We on that) We make mamas go to churches (Huh?) We make grannies broke off funeral homes, I don't do none of that rappin' We wrap opps up like tortillas, boy, you know this shit get tragic If I catch Lil Nine, I'ma hit his ass with that Nina all in traffic Brand-new stick (Buh), I'll wave the bitch like Selena, I do magic Off ten beans in a Beamer, double-stack got me on Venus Unc' mad, made him wait for two hours, he in here fiendin' (Yeah) I ain't do it for no reason (Huh?) Letras de cancionesPlug playin' on my re-up (Uh) Long as I get that shit gone (Uh), get to smoke and kick my feet up, huh, huh, yeah Huh, huh, bitch, better go suit up, you ain't got no excuses (Yeah) Huh, I been beatin' my feet, somethin' like I abuse 'em, huh Huh, talkin' to God, I miss my bro, like, "Why you took him?" Huh, fuck them crackas, they took my dog, I'm askin' why they booked him Huh, bitch, I stood tall, they can't overlook me Huh, always shootin' straight, huh, just a little crooked (Huh? Huh?) Still servin' Cookies (Huh?), still fuck with auntie (Huh?) Still on that porch, I might be up, but I ain't signed (Huh? Huh? Huh?) Crack that seal and pour me up 'bout four lines I ain't dropped the Audemar, but they all knowin' it's my time State trooper get behind me, I'm doin' 160 on the I (On the I) I might serve the lows, but I'm still out here gettin' high as God Wave the rod, huh, like I'm from Saint Pete, yeah Bitch, I'm geeked up in the stu', we in here eight deep, yeah I'm steady countin' all this cheese, that's why they hate me, yeah I told her, "I don't want the pussy," she damn near raped me Walked in fitted, then I left out dirty, huh Twonem spinnin' like the Kentucky Derby (Skrrt) I've been way too geeked, I popped too many Perkies And my pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka Huh, huh, huh (Buh, buh), yeah, huh, huh (Yeah) My pills clean, but my gun dirty, cracka Huh, yeah, huh, cracka, huh (Buh, buh, buh) My pills clean, but-, huh, yeah, huh, huh Huh, yeah, huh (Buh) From Letras Mania