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letra de bill withers - 24lik & 392 lil head

[intro]
cashgang sh-t

[verse 1: fwc big key]
like they logged off the ‘gram, n-ggas signin’ out (he outta there)
down here in lansing f-ckin’ hoes like i’m rocket watts (what up, rocket?)
i told bro just shoot, i’ma box ’em out
we in the mall, don’t shoot, i’ma knock ’em out (i’m finna beat his ass)

[verse 2: 392 lil head]
man, you trippin’, if i catch him in the mall, he gettin’ fapped down (man, you tweakin’)
your run over, you got bucks ’cause it’s tax time
her p-ssy water, took a dip in it and got baptized
hop out in that striker, go bend, then it’s nap time (skrrt)

[verse 3: realrichizzo]
i just woke up, my yeah put me back to sleep
get your b-tch, her lil’ sneaky ass always tryna link (n-gga)
i don’t like rps, my favorite tens color pink (pink ten)
my b-tch thirty-four, she ain’t giannis, she a freak (freak ass)

[verse 4: 392 lil head]
if she freak, she better let us both f-ck (i swear to god)
thought he was sleepwalkin’, got his ass woke up (get the f-ck up)
he would’ve been free today, but you spoke up (rat)
you in that b-tch buyin’ drip and got choked up (choked up)
[verse 5: realrichizzo]
he got choked out, i need some new opps (hah)
man, he ain’t really built like that, ask muwop
they just upped his paperwork, oh, you a new cop (rat)
y’all don’t live there no more, give us a new drop, n-gga

[verse 6: fwc big key]
big glock’ll put him in the air just like a bnb
big chop, this b-tch a movie gun, should be on tnt
big watch, don’t think ’bout takin’ this, not even in your dreams
i’m big high, i done missed a drop because i drink codeine
i sip now, call me bill withers ’cause the lean on me (get it?)
how they call you onfully if you been on e? (you on empty)
boy, if adam was my opp, i would’ve bent on eve (n-gga)
lately, we been smokin’ sh-t, let me hit your breeze (we smokin’ sh-t)

[verse 7: 24lik]
last summer we was off the jiggas terrorizin’ n-ggas (layin’ n-ggas down)
rolled a three-five of dead n-ggas, can’t fit ’em in a swisher (they dirty ass)
moo just walked in, you know his left wrist a whole blizzard (ooh)
just threw unc’ a ball, you would’ve thought i was a whole pitcher (unc’)
thought i hit her friend, godd-mn, it was her whole sister (what the f-ck?)
movin’ slow as h-ll while i’m drivin’, xans in my system
b-tch, i’m high as f-ck off a v cut (d-mn), finna beat guts (oohwee)
n-ggas know every song, i snap, i eat the beat up (yeah)
he would’ve been in somebody bio if he ain’t duck
smoke a n-gga while i’m at the mall like his ass duck (yeah)
twenty just pulled up in a new twenty that start off one touch (skrrt, skrrt)
you know we puttin’ n-ggas in them boxes like we pizza hut
you the type of n-gga that be f-ckin’ on your fiends (hah)
he had dreads, the chop hit him, now he mr. clean (doo-doo-doo)
real trap baby, b-tch, my auntie sell lean (huh?)
we get the blues and take ’em ot, ain’t talkin’ jeans (ain’t talkin’ jeans)

- 24lik 392 lil head

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