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Left For Dead Pulling Teeth

nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the

one of those days" My day started off kind of cool I brushed my teeth I combed my hair And I got dressed and went to school I stopped at the store for

gold teeth, so everywhere I go bitches strike up conversations with me. About the way I talk, about the way I dress, About how my gold teeth look so fresh

Brownsville curls Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world Brownsville girl, you're my honey love Well, they were looking for

money makin' things change I bless heads, push past the full macs Left for dead, raised by the wolf packs Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats Draw blood, don't even pull

) Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass I pack a .380 in my stash for

Bust it Hey yo, I just left the studio and it's about 2 in the morn' I just finished doin' a song Now I'm ready for sleep But first I want spaghetti to

for raggedy, dogmatically Financially money's the mission Motive the means, bodies for fishin Intuition got me trapped like quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby Dead

gravity's your enemy Shooting a bullet through your head Is all it takes to make you dead? Put a gat to your head Only thing left to do is pull it Simple