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Riquez The 6L
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Riquez be onnatt foreal Aye what it iss you ain't never seen nun like this Tucked in on my waist be the spitta the glizz Scared to shoot a gun over here we empty out clips Never stop counting up til all the digits is rich Why boy acting big we been known he a bitch I'm kicking with my members he around some snitches If she mean ain't friendly then I might just hit Run a bag back to me have her take this dick Ar looking naked put some tiddies and a beam on If I got to re-up pay a visit to the primo Only got family I ain't never had amigos What's hanging from that handy luh baby that's a three o Get your girl from round me she gon run off that's foreal Whatever whip I'm riding in the flag around the wheel Depend on what's provided I might put out a deal Come through to the three o three spot yourself the real Coming from the gutter taking with me my brothers On me we killing for each other heard they talking never run up Real mexicano pour me henn bottles Hold that flag high talking down we gon send em up to the sky Coming from the gutter taking with me my brothers On me we killing for each other Heard they talkin' never run up Real mexicano pour me henn bottles Hold that flag high Talking down we gon send em up to the sky On my hands was a must to get the big six four Press down on them hollows knock your head like a door Better watch yourself on how your moving Forty fourfive macs ar's get to shooting See me at the functions they be asking for features I be on the field hoe boy be on the bleachers I do not know you and don't wanna meet you Have her plan em up ye he never got to reach her He better comply Taking everything he got Six letter the movement For gang I'm gon slide In the streets certified Bullets leave em blind Taking one of theirs before they take one of mines Aye what it iss you ain't never seen nun like this Tucked in on my waist be the spitta the glizz Scared to shoot a gun over here we empty out clips Never stop counting up til all the digits is rich Aye what it iss you ain't never seen nun like this Tucked in on my waist be the spitta the glizz scared to shoot a gun over here we empty clips Never stop counting up til all the digits is rich Ye Six letter movement On me