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Banda M 45

I won't tell Swear to God I won't tell For my click I'm a ride or die For my click I'm a ride or die Eating on some chips Plus I'm smoking on a blunt

now) Hey now (Hey now) Hey now Til the night I started rockin? to my mama?s 45 (Hey now) Hey now (Hey now) Hey now But it was (-?) but I?m too old to

Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh Made a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz

ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm

I'm a muthafuckin' animal cannibal hannibal lecter Silence the lambs with a .45 in my hand Ruthless Knock a muthafuckin' cop toothless Payback's a bitch

ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm

man bitch! Call me Mr.Re-Up The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog 1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow! .45 Mac Rubber band stacks Spent

yeah) (Now) (Go go yeah) Now! (1 2 3 4, come on, come on, freaks on the floor) (Go go yeah) (Now) (Go go yeah) 1 2, 1 2, '94 I'm on the set, freaks

the mic And get hype, I'm sorry you sound dot Cause I roll like the homicide squad You must be broke and, hoping that I'm soft but I'm dope and Left