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Alright, yup, yup Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches Smokin' weed in it Uh, ha (La música de Harry Fraud) Yeah This bitch got fins like the Batmobile, for real I'm from the field where you might get tackled by the steel But yet and still, we still here because we strong-willed Waitin' for us to fall off, you can go and chill, that's so trill Calypso green on that SL5, that's not teal They only made thirty of 'em, and we smoked out in one Rare affair, it wasn't live if I wasn't there And I been stayin' inside, so it's bitches in despair Tender loving care, she ain't want a square Felt that a Jet'll suit her best Gold and diamonds 'round her neck So many bad ones on deck, could pretty much press random select But still come with somethin' vicious that the streets ain't never seen yet Andretti on a run, he ain't losin' steam yet Still ain't purchased all my dream machines yet Talk to me nice, bitch That's what I tell the ho I tell the ho talk to me nice Nicely, ya dig? Check Letras de canciones I'm in this old-school peanut-butter Lex Luther Dodgin' state troopers, me and my niggas stay ruthless I look up at the stars from this drop-top You niggas wish you was this good, but you're not, you're mediocre We don't feel you And me personally, I think you're tryin' too hard, nigga, this might kill you I say that gracefully You'll take yourself up out the game, I'm waitin' patiently All my bitches cooks, I tell 'em save a plate for me This platinum gold fresh out the box, so save a date for me These niggas hatin' But let me get back to my cars Let me talk about this chrome while I engineer these bars Let me talk about these gold Zeniths I just copped the other day I'm out here shittin', look the other way I gotta do the niggas dirty I gotta make these niggas pay for all they sins towards the god You niggas not worthy For real Shout out my nigga Jay Worthy, though, you know what I'm sayin'? Real PP, ya dig? From Letras Mania