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letra de click - 1up tee & star bandz

[verse 1: 1up tee]
bought my first bl!ck at 15
mama found it, kicked me out
ma’, i’m sorry, but that m&p 15 is with me now
i got opps, but don’t be trippin’ ma’, they don’t do sh-t but die
all that thinkin’ that i’m your prey? (cl!ck-clack-pah), get sent to god
bae, don’t believe ’em, them hoes sayin’ they f-cked your n-gga, them b-tches lyin’
fits i’m puttin’ on on a daily basis, you could wear that sh-t to prom
i’m the one, if you think about k!llin’ mines, you sniffin’ lines
i want this sh-t, f-ck working double time, i’m trapped out triple time
we hit that block, (bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap) they kickin’ up dust
b-tch i’m with star, got a ar in the car, don’t get sent to the sun
i turned my hundred bands to a hundred m’s, yeah, yeah, i’ll give it a month
you know that b-tch gon’ lеave or that b-tch gon’ cheat, bettеr off not givin’ a f-ck
i was still f-ckin’ with these n-ggas hoes when i ain’t even have no name
that’s your hoe? i can see how that ’bout to go, like that’s so raven
i’ll blow that b-tch, that sh-t fisher, like i’m cash cobain
nah, for real, i ain’t no chicken tender, f-ck bro, and that’s okay
it’s cool, you smooth, if i get the chance i’m beatin’ the group
you ain’t my hoe for real, i know the deal, so how am i cheating on you?
i’ll patch his ass then clean the scene, h-ll nah, i ain’t leavin’ a clue
i got pole on me, n-gga back-back, like a pitbull eatin’ some food, n-gga

[verse 2: star bandz]
the bl!ck don’t sound like “peum,” it sound like “boom, cl!ck-clack, boom-boom-boom”
i ain’t no silver spoon, and i ain’t broke i grew up on plastic too
the money comin’ in like “zoom,” i came up a check, i’m settling down in the room
i ain’t even paying attention, the weapon park, i push the gas, it go “vroom”
whenever i’m in the car by myself, i don’t hit the locks, on god, they open this door, they gon’ die
i don’t play unless they playin’ first, i ain’t gotta pop and makin’ his mama cry
should i get a watch or get some boosts? i got a problem ’cause i can’t decide
he must forgot ’bout who i was, i let him go because he fried
they see how i been doing, now everybody on my phone
but not right now, ’cause i’m busy, decline call, leave me alone
it’s even n-ggas that don’t like me, but they know what i be on
i got assassins and i shoot like i’m the female al capone
i could be in the way, but i just stay in my zone
i can explain a thousand times and they still’a get me wrong
i tried to let ’em slide, but now i’m on ’em like a thong
i stay with them chopsticks like my last name was chong
i got paper, customers, steady countin’ up these sheets
i’m ’bout to “skies be the limit,” i’m tryna go where i can’t reach
n-gga want me to be dumb, but that’s not what teachers teach
mama told me “get some money, any means,” that’s preached
spending checks done got me dizzy to the point that i can’t see
and i’m on what y’all on, ask tana, ask cree
that’s how they know my song, i say “that’s ’cause it’s on repeat”
i wake up, get on my phone, check my email, turn on a beat

- 1up tee star bandz

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