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Baow, bitch, baow She want a shark, but I'm nothin' like none of these niggas, I'm vicious, I'm a piranha, though (Slatt) Hop in a straight, if you don't got a Drac', it get hot in this bitch like you stuck in a sauna (It get hot, it get hot) They blowin' smoke wit' the gang but he don't got no bodies, the fuck, is the young nigga high? (Is the young nigga high?) Shoot up the funeral, don't give a fuck where the pastor's at, that nigga can die (That nigga can die) Niggas'll walk and talk like me, who kids is these? They must be mine (Y'all must be mine) Niggas be sayin' this animals only, but what kind? It must be swine (It must be swine) This ho tall so I gotta climb, come suck my dick, I'm tryna unwind (Okay, okay) Young as hell wit' a ten mill' (Grrt), this grown ass man still playin' wit' ninеs (Baow, baow) He took you but you hang with him, a lot of shit don't make sensе (Why you hang with him?) It's just a lot of shit I don't get, this nick', you don't wanna get hit wit' this One nigga had got hit wit' switch in the head, he ain't dead but it made him forget One nigga had got hit in his kidney, he ain't die but it made him shit Bitch, I feel like Ye', I'm Yeezy, nigga Gettin' that Tunechi, Weezy, nigga (Tunechi) Boy, this shit too easy, nigga Remember they wouldn't believe a nigga (Okay) Come on, let's go, no sleazy, nigga My rap', they still gotta free that nigga You better talk to Jesus, nigga Soon we gon' send you to meet that nigga (Hallelujah) Fuck yo' man, I'll beat that nigga And if I can, I'ma smoke his ass (Baow, baow), it's gon' be R.I.P. that nigga (R.I.P.) Letras de cancionesBad lil' Barbie call me Arby, she know this where the meat at, nigga (We have the meats, we have the meats) Tell me where you wanna meet at, nigga I'll fuck 'round, pull where you sleep at, nigga (Baow, baow) I'm blowin' as soon as I see that nigga A lot of niggas don't like me Because I'm the realest nigga you gon' ever see On some Freddy Krueger shit, I pull up in your dreams, on foe'nem, uh You don't want smoke, nigga, you better go 'head, we tryna Mr. Potato a nigga (We switchin' his body parts around, aw, hell nah) Cut off his hands, glue his dick to his forehead, we tryna rotten tomato a nigga (Ew) We paintin' 'em red, what you thought we was doin'? In California, we makin' a movie You trickin' on bitches that's broke like a loosie, while I'm tryna crumble a bad bitch cookie Somebody in here smell like dookie Why this bitch act like I need her? I can't stand to smell her coochie (That shit stink) Hoes be havin' me fucked up, had to look in the mirror like am I a goofy? (What?) Bitch, do I look like a clown? (Really?) If I throw some cash, is you gon' make that ass go 'round? Is you gon' turn that ass around? Is you gon' make that shit go up and down? I feel like Ye', I'm Yeezy, nigga Gettin' that Tunechi, Weezy, nigga Boy, this shit too easy, nigga Remember they didn't believe a nigga Come on, let's go, no sleazy, nigga My rap', they still gotta free that nigga You better talk to Jesus, nigga Soon we gon' send you to meet that nigga Baow I'm blowin' as soon as I see a nigga I'm blowin' as soon as I— I'm blowin', I'm blowin' as soon as I see that nigga, on B Gang Slatt, niggas know what the fuck goin' on, big 2612 shit From Letras Mania