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When It's All Gone letra


So check it out, I'm finna tell you what I'm all about
Your time's running out, so don't make me spell it out
You fuck with Reid and that's a doubt
I'll pull up in your town and blast your teeth straight up out your mouth

With a magnum
My style stay platinum
Skins, you lack 'em, hoes know, go ask one
Colder than a sickle, got ladies rubbin' they nipples, pretty simple
Fuck around and get crippled
'Cause first thing's first, bitch I'm the boss

Chew you like floss
Leave your face without a bottom jaw
Let the game die, bitch I'll kill it if I have to
And if they ask who they better not ask you
'Cause you don't want to fuck with a pimp
Got a dick like a blimp, so I walk with a limp

I'm here to show you folks that I'm the realest it can get
I made myself so smooth I make your momma coochie wet
And when it's all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)
Motherfuckers think I'm losin' it (what you believe in?)

But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
When it's, when it's all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)
I'm hung up and I'm stuck (what you believe in?)
But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

One, two, three, four to the five
Suicide ain't work, I'm still alive
Six, seven, eight, and the 9-millimeter
Ten shots make you hot like a heater
Don't trust much, but I dust fools with a slim uppercut

Takin' off the mask, movin' up
My shit suck less than a ho with a fat chest
Bitch looked sick, so I took her to the vet, bet
My rhymes just be wicked like that

Throwin' up the set with the fully automatic
I got the rhythm with the four C's, ho please
And now they kneeling down on both knees
Break your bitch like bread, coast to coast
Bodies be dead when I boast

My shit gross
The host with the most, burn ya like queso
You got a problem? Just say so
And when it's all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)
Motherfuckers think I'm losin' it (what you believe in?)

But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
When it's, when it's all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)
I'm hung up and I'm stuck (what you believe in?)
But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

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