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Like mike vic went to prison for my dogs Came back to the miggles just to make a couple yards Front your face in my garage, see the hating your facade Life is a gamble so you gotta face the odds If you moving in my city then you gotta break them all Fuck duckin dt's ,all I do is shake em pff I'm Troy Yankme when I ball, and this sniff I'm in a hole So I gotta make it moan These niggas looking at me sideways, cause I'm tryina do it my way I got some niggas that would do whatever I say, make a movie out you While you pulling out your driveway Steven Spielberg, when it come to real words, On a crash course, to that money and we will merge Come together like me and my side bitch Henry 6 in my glass, you talking that fly shit boy We docking boats in aruba, champagne in my glass Say a toast for my shooters, had the host of my ruger Scratching itchy finger, it's even harder with a couple niggas out to get ya They want me on the stretcher, got the 40 on the dresser In case the boy cold, make a diamond out opress you Fuck you and who you next, I'm tryina make it to the top Nothing more, nothing lesser That's duffle, first down to his cap muscles Pierre pour on the pockets when I past rush you I found dinner food for thought for you clown niggas Miguel Guererro nigga, I'm the triple crown winner Got the looks, got the skills and the town nigga Miguel Guererro yeah, I'm the triple crown winner. Aus Songtexte Mania