alot of shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid... [chorus] I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch Pop my wheel break bread with my click
mean I done did a lot of shit in my life Yo Gotti, street raised, street paid I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch Pop my wheel break bread with my
did alot of shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid... [chorus] I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch Pop my wheel break bread with my
Tradução: Yo Gotti. Vender mi droga.
I dope as a muthafucker I'm so dope niggas should put my skinny ass in one of those fuckin bottles and put a red topon it and sell me name yo price fuck
Of (Compton) And My Grandmother Died Before I Was Multi Wasn't Raised Right Cause My Parents Was Both High High Off Cocaine, My Introduction To The Dope
help Keep on tryin to live healthy 'til the end of my days And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin from heaven Watch my people drive my coffin
clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Sellin dope
cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID I said, "Excuse me,
know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street But you gotta
I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein
uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope
t worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me Yo
fact, you gotta watch yo' back You wear a vest without gat, you's a target jack Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack
I'm sayin? I gotta give some P's up to my homies That's still doin them everyday thangs with me I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse Vicki da
love, needing mo bud, Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke Me meaning that yum yum dope And it ain't shit to swang some thangs Puttin' my guage in your throat
