Текстове на песни:
Deuce Dead Letter

what to do You got me in a spin And it all starts again (Writin' a dead letter nobody ever reads) [Chorus] Dead letter Dead letter Dead letter Dead letter

New York's unified down south, love dat When we get to shine, muthafuckas where the love at? Real niggas gettin' money, betta log on Think da games dead

cop a Range along with all the features Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her fetus Her dead baby

tight As a boa constrictor On a scale of 1 to 10 I blew a 50 off the Richter Without the Mickey?s deuce deuce Still the rugged rhyme inflictor Feel congested

squeeze tight As a boa constrictor On a scale of 1 to 10 I blew a 50 off the Richter Without the Mickey?s deuce deuce Still the rugged rhyme inflictor