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Free my Brudda out dat mutha fucka Shut out my dawg yea dats my mud Brudda I call em snupe cuz dats my lil Brudda Any one of us snitch I want him dead Fuck it, put uh price on his head Yea it's a real reason I ain't dead Shed tears for all my niggas but it's fuck who ever folded on me Beefin wit my own homies 4 fuckin up da politic I was just a young hooper dreamin of a scholarship Turnt to a young shooter bussin at da opposite Nor side ties how the fuck can I get rid of it Niggas wanna see me die bitches wanna see me broke But I can't go out like no hoe fulfilling my daughter dream Dis is all I wanted in my life dis shit like make believe Making money fuckin bad bitches is my only problem Wanna hit da club wit all my niggas - and pop a bottle You got dat Champagne on rocks - I'm sippin duse Kno how to maintain my body - my liver loose You bet not fuck wit out no condom dat bitch a goose I might just pull up in a phantom like pick a boo I might just throw her 50 bands depending on my mood I minus well crash da rarri and buy another coup Bitch don't call me haiti babii dis dat murder mook Call you a bitch like yo big Brudda dats why you mad I got mo money den my OGs but I'm still humble SongtexteAct like you trippen boy I see dat shit on Facebook I hope you make it out the hood just like I did I hope good fortune I hope you is a real nigga Be about that shit you rap about be true to you Don't be telling lies when yo life is televised Dat shit that chu throwing up in the club gone get chu killed Throw yo body in a trunk smelling like some spoiled milk It's a shit bag for every body thinking that they him I'll pull up to yo hood on my own don't need no help I'ma put Stockton on da map until my fuckin heart stop Bitch I'm sticking to da code until my head meet a glock Bitch it's feds on da block fo 50 bands he get popped Gimmie da keys gimmie da weed gimmie da lean You kno I'm passing out like what's that in yo cup Aliza Aus Songtexte Mania