I'm walking around, 10,000 in my pants
Letters lie, not numbers, you dig
I drink the bottle, I shout: Mathafack
I fuck all week, it hurts my dick
19 bullets in my Glock
Letters lie, not numbers, you dig
We know, the door of your block
Respect is lost, yeah, not the slaps
Too many bills on the table (you dig)
I look at my girl, legs spread on the table (you dig)
I'm walking around, 10,000 in my pants
Letters lie, not numbers, you dig
I drink the bottle, I shout: Mathafack
I fuck all week, it hurts my dick

TEC-9 under the K-way like REC-9
Guys, I came for your asses (hehe)
I'm no longer looking for a real brother (nah)
I'm as beautiful as 1 kilo of Dominican Rep'
We used to eat 4 on boxes of 12 wings
Remember? Damn!
10 years later I put 12 grams of gold on my new rings
I want to pay, my friend tells me it's binks
I roll a, I roll an automatic car
I stir the, I stir the semi-automatic
I put the water back, I mix in the sink
I go in, I buy, kid, we've licked too many windows
I'm a bit drunk, I'm going to undress her in the hybrid
I didn't put a finger, the leather is already full of female secretion
Yesterday there was a slaughter, the sky is so gray
Today I live a little, the enemy is so sad because

I'm walking around, 10,000 in my pants
Letters lie, not numbers, you dig
I drink the bottle, I shout: Mathafack
I fuck all week, it hurts my dick
19 bullets in my Glock
Letters lie, not numbers, you dig
We know, the door of your block
Respect is lost, yeah, not the slaps
Too many bills on the table (you dig)
I look at my girl, legs spread on the table (you dig)
I'm walking around, 10,000 in my pants
Letters lie, not numbers, you dig
I drink the bottle, I shout: Mathafack
I fuck all week, it hurts my dick

200 kilos in the trunk, piss in the bottle
The vice on fronts, ghetto on wiretap
Khalil his cell filled like a grocery
I took too much money, 4 dates a week
At your place it's more fear than harm
More fear than bullets
More bitches than real ones
At our place it's more kilos, than grams
Less fear than bullets
More good than almost good
Tonight I counted, 30,000 in small blues
20,000 in browns, 2 years of cop salary (eheh)
I'm in a middle just 20,000 leagues from you
2 years of salary in one weekend (eh)
I have 2-3 silencers near my money
Yesterday I only had my dick and my knife
Me, my city caught fire when cars caught fire with inert bodies thrown inside
So, since the times are hot, and everything has a cost
I think it's better that

I'm walking around, 10,000 in my pants
Letters lie, not numbers, you dig
I drink the bottle, I shout: Mathafack
I fuck all week, it hurts my dick
19 bullets in my Glock
Letters lie, not numbers, you dig
We know, the door of your block
Respect is lost, yeah, not the slaps
Too many bills on the table (you dig)
I look at my girl, legs spread on the table (you dig)
I'm walking around, 10,000 in my pants
Letters lie, not numbers, you dig
I drink the bottle, I shout: Mathafack
I fuck all week, it hurts my dick

Damn, 19, S
(A.W.A mafia my nigga)
Scoundrel
Matha-fack

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