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Bring some warmth to the music "La musica de the Harry Fraud" Everybody wanna be fast, see the cash, fuck around with the stash, get a heat rash Everything in jet life, way we smash, double paying class, call phone in the S-class Fundamental ballin' like a chess pass, lay a drill, I'm a player for real I'll display my skills and give your bitches the chills Button on the wheels, letters in the grill Let her see the letters, she wonderin' how I feel Look at your ass in the seat, you mashin' with me Parked up, sparked up, wherе them niggas came to be Thеre can never be no access for the weak Gang sour, overpower if you sweet My team in the finals and we goin' for the sweet Tape CDs, vinyls, MP3s, loaded USBs, crack vials in the streets "I don't know Whoever you are, you need to gain access to the warehouse" We gon' move these from there and put them over here We'll build a building and tie that over there Broken glass everywhere If it ain't nobout no money, dawg, I just don't care Smokin' on the sticky in the Chevy Bel Air Wind blowin' and I'm just admiring her hair SongtexteShe a cold one, but I'm not sure if she real We'll know when she start bringin' some money up in here Tear it in, the ice thin She expect a free ride cause her ass fat and her waist slim, baby girl I know a whole bunch of them And if they wasn't born with it, then the surgeon put it in Fuck it, though My Cuban link, yellow gold Diamond flooded kilo They fucked up when they gave us enough time to reload Now it's a whole bunch of overturned vehicles Sirens whinin' like cranky 3-0s I'm laid up watchin' Dirty Dancin' in the winter home "I'm a drug addict" Aus Songtexte Mania