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TraduçãoI need to talk to Mike LauryHello? This is Mike LauryDubba-AA flexin'Mommy, India got them beatsSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four ninesTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed downRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled downYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it nowThis is the soundPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot downYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block downHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (fuck that)You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot nowMoney on your head, I get you bankrolledI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't knowShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank hoI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoatWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowedWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in DurangosGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name knownAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans goneI just rolled me up an opp, I get my bang onYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same songThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride where my gang roamsHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold onAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hellFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tellHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tailYoungBoy, Lil Top, nigga, bitch nigga, don't say KentrellSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four ninesTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed downRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled downYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it nowPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot downYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block downHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (fuck that)You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot nowWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, niggaHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, niggaLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, niggaI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, niggaBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' signWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-limeShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hellFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tellHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tailYoungBoy, Lil Top, nigga, bitch nigga, don't say KentrellSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four ninesTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed downRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled downYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it nowPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot downYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block downHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (fuck that)You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot nowStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it isPlay games, get your brain split, bitchYeah, 4KTrey, yeah (this is the sound)Ain't nobody safeOutside thugs, we put guns to the faceWho gon' die today?Slime, nigga
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