Letras

Big boy amg Tell them little young pups don't play with me Foot down on the A13 can a Nigga hold meds and just blow my weed Really put cane in the blender Package is bad I return it to sender Running it up I remember I was locked down in the cell until November Lets triple and double this bread If he run off with work then it's off with his head Yeah man you heard what I said This designer outfit cost an arm and a leg Fucking with Sarah and Tiffany but I might rock out with Lisa instead Like a pizza just give me the bread Six in the clip and one in the head Yeah I got sauce on spill These pussy hole yutes hearts ain't real You can get Jack like Jill Take a Kodak pic if I flash this steel Fuck probation and old bill I'm a country boy like Vincent Gil Eastender like Ben and Phil No practice takes if we run this drill Whoosh Whoosh go get the mop from the bush White boys call me a mush And this gun like to beat man it really ain't stoosh Whoosh Whoosh go get the mop from the bush White boys call me a mush And this gun like to beat man it really ain't stoosh
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