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Damn it, Franchise, you did it again Iceberg want a bag, bitch Why these niggas payin' for attention? Puttin' me in they mentions Playin' like we don't stand on business Shit, all the opps been missin' Bag on my head, come get it Better not be no less than fifty Better send your best to get me Guaranteed he restin' with me Can't lie, I'm 3D high Can't let a nigga rest in piss me Can't fuck with me in the streets So try their best to diss me Them niggas round ain't even your niggas Right price, I'll havе them flip you Every week, youngin' got a new pistol Smashеd, he don't give a fuck who with you Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin' I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it Go wherever I want in my city Poppa out no less than fifty Poppa out, don't think he slippin' Songtexte3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin' Can't let a nigga rest in piss me Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga Why he died? Wish he was with me I ain't goin' out behind these bitches You'll die before I let you trick me And you ain't the one doing the killin' Let me hush, I'ma mind my business I don't need another nigga ridin' with me Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy [?] all morning Thought you'd be happy as me It's six years straight, no visits Who the fuck thought I had people? Bitch know she seen me calling [?] I lost it Young dawg in the hood too often Being a real nigga just might cost him Make sense, I got this money Still kept it real, can't take that from me Red Hellcat, on the dash 220 All them nights you left a nigga to starve, I won't forget I see you in your feelings that I finally got the best You know I hang with killers, everybody trained to blitz Everybody on go Free my niggas, I can't wait 'til they all get home Prefer to do it with you, I can't do this shit alone Mama steady [?] Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin' I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it Go wherever I want in my city Poppa out no less than fifty Poppa out, don't think he slippin' 3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin' Can't let a nigga rest in piss me Get high thinkin' 'bout my niggas Why he died? Wish he was with me I ain't goin' out behind these bitches You'll die before I let you trick me And you ain't the one doing the killin' Let me hush, I'ma mind my business I don't need another nigga ridin' with me Just me, Luh Quez and that Glizzy Aus Songtexte Mania