Letra de Terminator
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Created a monster. Wuddup sky?
Won’t be the hustler that is
Yo beeks, my lyrics
Won’t be the hustler that is
Yo beeks, my lyrics
Do we smoke baby?
I mean we in form right now
What should I do?
Yo! I put that weed in the air
It get my mojo flowin’
Lookin’ clean in this purple label, no logo showin’
Flee the new night by, still wait my dope keep growin’
Shorty comin’ off the air, I tell that ho keep blowin’
Look niggas in my hood still sellin’ coke out of plastic
The weed too strong, we blow the smoke out in passes
Arm hanging out the window flickin’ the ashes
We got guns in the closets, we got bricks in the stashes
Every day I’m hustlin’ but don’t you call me Griffy
This is kinda fraudulous so don’t you stall it sticky
Game tight, I can make a whole team cough up vickies
Quicker than she put em on, think I poke her off of Micky
Turn me up loud, gotta make my momma proud
Check out the shoes, they off the back of a crocodile
Cool as a fan (fan), clean as a whistle (whistle)
Ridin’ dirty through the hoes, the weed and the pistols
You know the routine when they get hoy on the block
Cops been out here all day, somebody got shot
I just stay here in the kitchen and lock up the pots
Cuz you ain’t do me no favor with the hots in the cut
I need a bigger car, I need a bigger house
When it get cold up north gon fly my nigga south
I need that money to keep to keep flowin’ in big amounts
Every day mathematics, the problem never figured out
I just keep addin’ up, them dollars keep addin’ up
Catch me on the ave with the homies and we hammered up
Van dammit up, gettin’ that cabbage up
Extended the Glocks, put the commanders up
Guerilla warfare and I saw here
When I talk got the 4-5 in the mall clear
Summer time, got the mac under the lawn chair
Point blank we go hard, we do this all year
I mean we in form right now
What should I do?
Yo! I put that weed in the air
It get my mojo flowin’
Lookin’ clean in this purple label, no logo showin’
Flee the new night by, still wait my dope keep growin’
Shorty comin’ off the air, I tell that ho keep blowin’
Look niggas in my hood still sellin’ coke out of plastic
The weed too strong, we blow the smoke out in passes
Arm hanging out the window flickin’ the ashes
We got guns in the closets, we got bricks in the stashes
Every day I’m hustlin’ but don’t you call me Griffy
This is kinda fraudulous so don’t you stall it sticky
Game tight, I can make a whole team cough up vickies
Quicker than she put em on, think I poke her off of Micky
Turn me up loud, gotta make my momma proud
Check out the shoes, they off the back of a crocodile
Cool as a fan (fan), clean as a whistle (whistle)
Ridin’ dirty through the hoes, the weed and the pistols
You know the routine when they get hoy on the block
Cops been out here all day, somebody got shot
I just stay here in the kitchen and lock up the pots
Cuz you ain’t do me no favor with the hots in the cut
I need a bigger car, I need a bigger house
When it get cold up north gon fly my nigga south
I need that money to keep to keep flowin’ in big amounts
Every day mathematics, the problem never figured out
I just keep addin’ up, them dollars keep addin’ up
Catch me on the ave with the homies and we hammered up
Van dammit up, gettin’ that cabbage up
Extended the Glocks, put the commanders up
Guerilla warfare and I saw here
When I talk got the 4-5 in the mall clear
Summer time, got the mac under the lawn chair
Point blank we go hard, we do this all year
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