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100 grand, rubber bandA nigga low, a wanted manSure you're right, I know ya highTalkin' crazy, run for your lifeThey can't believe, nuttin' new hot as meMoney can't buy the streetsI been paid, my men spray100 rounds, sound like merengueOr the Nolia Clap, it's only rapThat's what they thought, now it's 40 on ya hatWhat's the matter huhI'm the new breath of fresh air, like a asthma pumpRepresentingMy militant squad that snatch you out ya car that you'rerentingTold 'Kon put ya leg upFive stacks on the floor, watch homie fuckin' dig upMax B:If you hit me I'mma hit ya backWe got 'em on the Rose, OwwIf you stick me I'mma stick you backI got 'em fuckin' with hoes, OwwMake ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'emBig Mac come they sorry they ever dick himCop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixesLetras de cancionesConvicts, gun under the armpitOw OwMax B:Lightin' niggas up with the heater bro, my seat is lowThey fold up like that Peter RoweGet 'em in the mood off the versatile, squirt it loud, babylet me beatKuz I can make it worth ya whileI can do it easy, sleazy, niggas speak and revokin' my bailThey be scared to smoke it in jail, wellI was weekly, creeply, sticks, smoked 'em at a fast paceKuz mami this ya last takeCame in, only dropped the the glee way, had 'em play DJsHeat spray, we spray the enemies, Frienemies? (Naw)Big'll wiggle like the centipede, yeahI be in and out, I can clear the tenants outI can clear ya minutes out with one conversation, waitin'Stakin' in the hallway, pacin'Niggas they be hatin', makin' shit that don't matter to thegameKuz most of you niggas is lamesOwMax B:If you hit me I'mma hit ya backWe got 'em on the Rose, OwwIf you stick me I'mma stick you backI got 'em fuckin' with hoes, OwwMake ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'emBig Mac come they sorry they ever dick himCop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixesConvicts, gun under the armpitOw OwFrench Montana:Shorty from the Lou', she take it in the cuntAnd niggas talkin' crazy, I'm shakin' in my bootsA couple thou, I'm Mr. ChildsStreet nigga, like Kevin ChilesYou got a V6, I got a 6 V'sMy young boys turn ya brains to swiss cheeseA proper team, I mean badabingWith a model bitch in the back garglingI'm so high, open cooch babyI told Grease, let me loose babyCoupe 280, flyin' through 80R.I.P. to my dude AdeeMy transition is phenomenalStill hop out, cop tapes and AmaduMy lil' brother bail, 'bout a half a millFrench Montana, everything signed and sealedMax B:If you hit me I'mma hit ya backWe got 'em on the Rose, OwwIf you stick me I'mma stick you backI got 'em fuckin' with hoes, OwwMake ya get 'em girl, gunnin', we down, we done stick 'emBig Mac come they sorry they ever dick himCop a 7, we drivin' late in the sixesConvicts, gun under the armpitOw Ow From Letras Mania