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We doing this baby,
oh shit!
what the fuck happened
nah man, nah
nah this what i'ma do
i'ma get on the phone one time
stupid, yo, aiyyo
aiyyo
Verse 1:
Why this shit ain't cooking up right
papi told me this is solid white
fuck it wrap it up take it back up
still in all it's a play out
tired of spending money
might get them niggas laid out
yo, yo fernando sent me yo
stop acting hostile yo
and yo don't point that shit at me
bad enough i gotta come in the crib
wid spanish niggas using languages and shit
i'm feeling like a dick
left the crib wit my hand brolic
this is some bullshit
might get knocked take the wrist coward
yo fernando what happened?
shit cooking up backwards
light up a backwood
don't make me backtrack
blew it dime it the llelo lay low
saying in my mind
fuck that papi gotta pay off
cash rules the power-wu chant it
yo louis this ain't our product
this is carlos family
oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker
coming out my ice choker
my man in the back, looking colder
papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
yo listen b we got the best clientele since '83
fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
light the stove up
julie go to the store get some flour
sat back burning a big dutch
with the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts
poured it in the pyrex sizzling
now it start drizzling
rainy day murder black won't miss him
still i'm yelling this shit is business
but they still ain't gon' violate
what i stand for wid these drizzers
he took it off the stove run the water
trying to work me yo
knew i shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter
he mighta showed more love
than went in the freezer
broke the ice down, pour it in
we both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
fly khaluas is mad sliding coronas through
feeling like castro's cousin
gave them niggas all of my life
all of my paper all my judgement
it droppa only like an ounce worth
should i just come out my shirt
go berserk and let the macks burst
skate off body in the bronx
same shit gotti was on
shallah they gonna get your's play it calm
seventeen five was the total plus the five,
hundred for the cab driver that was rolling
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We doing this baby, oh shit! what the fuck happened nah man, nah nah this what i'ma do i'ma get on the phone one time stupid, yo, aiyyo aiyyo Verse 1: Why this shit ain't cooking up right papi told me this is solid white fuck it wrap it up take it back up still in all it's a play out tired of spending money might get them niggas laid out yo, yo fernando sent me yo stop acting hostile yo and yo don't point that shit at me bad enough i gotta come in the crib wid spanish niggas using languages and shit i'm feeling like a dick left the crib wit my hand brolic this is some bullshit might get knocked take the wrist coward yo fernando what happened? shit cooking up backwards light up a backwood don't make me backtrack blew it dime it the llelo lay low saying in my mind fuck that papi gotta pay off cash rules the power-wu chant it yo louis this ain't our product this is carlos family oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker coming out my ice choker my man in the back, looking colder papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me yo listen b we got the best clientele since '83 fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it light the stove up julie go to the store get some flour sat back burning a big dutch with the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts poured it in the pyrex sizzling now it start drizzling rainy day murder black won't miss him still i'm yelling this shit is business but they still ain't gon' violate what i stand for wid these drizzers he took it off the stove run the water trying to work me yo knew i shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter he mighta showed more love than went in the freezer broke the ice down, pour it in we both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew fly khaluas is mad sliding coronas through feeling like castro's cousin gave them niggas all of my life all of my paper all my judgement it droppa only like an ounce worth should i just come out my shirt go berserk and let the macks burst skate off body in the bronx same shit gotti was on shallah they gonna get your's play it calm seventeen five was the total plus the five, hundred for the cab driver that was rolling
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