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AXL (AXL) M.W.A. Music Huh (turn that up) Turn that shit up Real niggas and ratchet bitches (huh) Hundred racks when the racks too skinny (boss, boss) I fuck my bitch and I get back to business (woo, woo) Thinking about turning Brooklyn into Magic City (huh) Ass and titties, like hundreds and fifties (yeah) Bitch, I'm going viral, put that on the Bible (woo) Turn my shooters to snipers, killed 'em on the arrival (grrah) Fuck, I killed 'em (I killed 'em), they gone (they gone) (Baow, baow, baow, baow) yeah, look What the fuck? (What?) If it's up, nigga buck, try your luck (do some) Bitch bad but I had to put her up (put her up) Had to grab my other monkey nuts (boom) Gotta slide when a nigga being touched (skrrt) Gotta ride with the gang, it's a must (go) Got a ratchet lil' bitch that'll lay low (baow) Whеn it's smoke, turn it up like a slut (baow, baow) I don't need to look in her еyes (huh, yeah) I can tell she a vibe She reppin' the gang and I felt like she was mine She throw up the set and yell "Free the guys" (Woo, huh) look, yeah I pay the money, niggas gon' die (I pay the money, niggas gon' die, huh, yeah) If I pay the money, niggas gon' die (grrt, baow) We get money nigga, but what is you on? (What?) The same day we get it, the same day it's gone Back on my grizzy, I'm back on my business Lil Huncho, lil' nigga, I'm back on the throne Went bust down when they were looking for the plain Patek (ice) But I left it at home (ice) Molly, Perkies, Xannies, Gennis and Addies (yeah, hey) Pipe it and get in my zone (yeah, yeah) Young niggas can't even give me advice I like the ice when it's hittin' the light I got a dream and then give me the night I was so nice that they listen to me twice Nigga, I cracked the face on the AP And I ain't even get it fixed (huh, what?) I don't wanna get it fixed (I don't wanna get it fixed) Got too much money to give a shit (yeah) She know my body, she shaking her ass Jump in the car and I'm breaking the dash (skrr) Listen to it slow, I ain't saying it fast You say a joke, you just making me mad (haha, woo) Yeah, yeah, smoking cookies (smoking cookies) I got a hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry Try to book me, nigga Real niggas and ratchet bitches (huh) Hundred racks when the racks too skinny (baow, baow) I fuck my bitch and I get back to business (woo, woo) Thinking about turning Brooklyn into Magic City (huh) Ass and titties, like hundreds and fifties (yeah) Bitch, I'm going viral, put that on the Bible (woo) Turn my shooters to snipers, killed 'em on the arrival (woo) Fuck, I killed 'em (I killed 'em), they gone (they gone) (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Maxie Lee Iii Ryles, Yusuf Abdul-aziz Manalla, Marcin Blonski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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