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letra de onnat b!tch - 100roundv!zzy

[intro]
where the lean at?
where the green at?
where the lean at?

(swoopee this a banger)

[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b-tch
b-tch want me, put the team onnat b-tch
bunch of young n-ggas love to scheme in this b-tch
mixin’ sprite with the f-ckin’ lean in this b-tch
if you gang bang then b-tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f-ckin’ p-ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

[verse]
put that mother f-ckin’ pressure on a n-gga
10 shots, you gone need a f-ckin’ stretcher for a n-gga
b-tch swallowed me like some mothеr f-ckin’ liquor
now she keep askin’ me if i wanna f-ckin’ l!ck her
said no b-tch, you a hoе b-tch
matter fact, get the f-ck up out my home b-tch
give me dome b-tch, get on the floor b-tch
matter fact, stop, drop, roll b-tch
watch me blow a whole f-ckin’ oz
outside, screamin’ f-ck the police
you got to watch n-ggas like a f-ckin’ rollie
cause you could get k!lled by your homie
don’t give a f-ck ’bout how rich a n-gga is
you could have all the money and still be a b-tch
and you claim that you solid but you still snitch
i don’t take your word for it come and show me b-tch
[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b-tch
b-tch want me, put the team onnat b-tch
bunch of young n-ggas love to scheme in this b-tch
mixin’ sprite with the f-ckin’ lean in this b-tch
if you gang bang then b-tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f-ckin’ p-ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

[verse 2]
new jeans, blood stains on em’
n-gga stay flexin’ i’ma hit a stain on em’
got a check called my lil homie, put a chain on em’
put a check on your neck, f-ck it let it spray on em’
police pull us over, put the ounce in my drawers
all i ever do is break the mother f-ckin’ law
i’ma have bro hack yo mother f-ckin’ cash app
b-tch do me dirty, pull this draco out my backpack
for all you hatin’ n-ggas wanna talk sh-t
got a chopstick, and h-lla youngin’s lovin’ to chop sh-t
you with the opps then you a opp too
f-ck leek he can meet this f-ckin’ mop too
you were my n-gga man you was my cousin folk
you hangin’ with the other side you’s a f-ckin’ hoe
b-tch i’m way too cold like a eskimo
let me know when you finna have my f-ckin’ dough
[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b-tch
b-tch want me, put the team onnat b-tch
bunch of young n-ggas love to scheme in this b-tch
mixin’ sprite with the f-ckin’ lean in this b-tch
if you gang bang then b-tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f-ckin’ p-ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

glock 17 with a beam onnat b-tch
b-tch want me, put the team onnat b-tch
bunch of young n-ggas love to scheme in this b-tch
mixin’ sprite with the f-ckin’ lean in this b-tch
if you gang bang then b-tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f-ckin’ p-ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

- 100roundvzzy

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