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letra de 10 x 3 groov - 10ta lil a

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
alright

[verse 1]
this big b-tch, it’ll break the ground up
don’t give a f-ck about the show, i’ll shoot the crowd up
i done beat my dog ass ’cause it f-cked my house up
you ain’t never shot that gun, you just only sound tough

[verse 2]
huh, yeah
i done broke my lil’ back, shot the chop wrong
b-tch, i got some sh-t that kick back, threw the stock on it (ayy)
i just hit her from the back and kept my mask on (alright)
i don’t even wanna leave the trap until the pack gone

[verse 3]
f-ck around, drop a n-gga on his neck and start dancin’
drop the whole clip the spring bustin’, went straight to vances
purple jeans off designer shoes with a wock’ beverage
pop out, do a drop shot and hit him in the belly

[verse 4]
f-ck around and bust this thick b-tch and drop a whole stephen
get mad and really tweak out and twenty-nine stretched him
mike tyson, up a right hook and hit him in the belly
hail mary, throw a long pass and baby bro catch it
[verse 5]
uh, see my uncle pop a perc’ and try to chew the wall
mad as h-ll i just broke my phone, all the money calls
yessir, i won’t even wear the ‘fit if it don’t match my drawers
how you say that you don’t f-ck with us and we don’t f-ck with y’all?
f-ck you and f-ck your dead n-ggas and f-ck your dogs
move left and then i up glock, i’d drop ’em all
blacked out and smacked an opp up while we in the mall
guaranteed they send a hundred through if i make that call

[verse 6]
alright
he said—
he said up glock and let him bust back and shoot him through the wall
no cap, if i was blind with ray, i would’ve beat on charles
beat a n-gga ass in skinny jeans and i broke his jaw
stepped back then let this b-tch blow and hit him with a loss
spin back then hit him through the tint then i’m driftin’ off
fat b-tch pulled up with fat feet and she p-ssed me off
in the gym, but it’s the first play and tip it off (mm-hmm)

[verse 7]
i’ve done been steppin’, broke my little toe, keep tryna grill
punch a n-gga face, kicks the leg and take him out his shoes
up a daily gun and drop a bear, it’s a twenty-two
bada boom, bang, shoot the drac’, it clear the whole room
hit the interstate, dump the bag and then be dunes
if you ain’t with the gang, you in the way, you n-ggas better move
f-ck around and popped the chef up for messin’ up the food
ride the wave or drown, beat his ass up and throw him in the pool
[verse 8]
huh, i’ve been in it for a hour, now i’m sippin’ raw
my brother’s ass, he beatin’ down the trap, he tryna break the wall (huh)
really did a lot of sh-t and i done seen it all
my brother’s ass, he shot the four-nick’, i seen it hit the wall
when you see us goin’ down, better make that call
picked the bl!ck up and bust back tryna k!ll ’em all (hmm)
my n-gga pulled up with a pint, i’m tryna drink it all
my unky’s ass, he fell out on the block, he gotta taste the raw

- 10ta lil a

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