Traducció: AG. Fem això també.
Chorus] We got the big guns - YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO We smoke the dutches son - YEAH WE PUFF THOSE TOO We cause the ruckus son - YEAH WE DO THAT TOO We
that will murk And we aint bout all that talkin', you a dead man walking Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrell that's a
eat out so what we going for dinner for [Pusha T] Miami nights on the search for some T and A Tryna hide what's obvious to see in me We conversate a
rappers that hate us call for verses so we can take from them Critics, we can't escape for them, don't you think too much Hennessy Ain't no time for to be slippin', we
do it like me Like a G, I hold it down for the town I'm at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back Strike a match, catch a fire, any moment I decide
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing
fancy, huh? Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here They get a baller, think that they ain't got to pick a
I can make your bedrock She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass And now we murderers because we
they weak staff, get a heat rash Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (We smash) Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (Ehehe) I'm through with bein' a player and a
to get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil drama You know I ain't a hoe Snap yo bitch
brawl Too late for that 911 call Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs You think a
Home got a chrome one and a yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's
, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come, what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight, too tight out of a big ditch we
a slizzel nizzel fa shizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) On the wizzel fa dizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I do a verse for a sweat suit and a G (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause
is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we
we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the
It's the chick from the bricks that got the hot shit Left you sick from the single now check the remix Boy you had a clue, thought we had a cool relationship
