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letra de top niggas - 24lik & 392 lil head

[intro: tezmoney30]
big 24 sh-t, n-gga
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on
free the bangman
yeah

[verse 1: tezmoney30]
drop your fives or get dropped with ’em (drop them b-tches)
we ain’t even v8, but n-ggas knowin’ we the top n-ggas (doo-doo-doo)
even out of bounds, n-ggas get hit in they top with it (on they sh-t, n-gga)
caught him at the light and let off shots like you was pac, n-gga (rrah, skrrt, skrrt)
tez, you cannot wear vlone, ’cause you ain’t got friends (hah)
if you ain’t 8624, don’t think you locked in (b-tch)
fast switch, b-tch, we slidin’ down in them drop-heads (skrrt)
would’ve thought them boys was roddy ricch how they got boxed in (doo-doo-doo)
b-tch heard we drop sh-t, she wanna f-ck now (she on d-ck)
made the b-tch eat it up like it’s lunchtime (come here, b-tch)
f-cked her so good, b-tch hopped back in the lunch line (ooh-wee)
d-ck made the b-tch p-ssy quack, she donald duck now (quack)
dog sh-t on me, these hoes f-ckin’ ’cause i got money (yeah)
in the club, boy, i dare a n-gga try somethin’ (what you on, n-gga?)
four in this b-tch’ll have you leanin’ like you drunk somethin’
nuts on this b-tch, i’ll put it on his face like i just dunked on him
ayy, pull up in them fast cars, got the b-tches starin’ hard
b-tch mama was at home, had to f-ck her in the car
b-tch tried to convince me to take the condom off
b-tch wanna f-ck raw (h-ll nah), know she f-ckin’ with a boss
[verse 2: 24lik]
just hit an opp b-tch with my mask on, i’m so f-ckin’ slimy
he cuffin’ runners, think her past gone, that boy a f-ckin’ dummy
he done dissed me in his last song, i had to wrap him like a mummy
i ain’t no f-ckin’ rapper, i’ll pull up, drop two hundred
that boy died in a 300 (hah), key just turned down three hundred (yeah)
i been the man since the runners and the hummer, ninth grade summer (n-gga)
naked b-tches in my living room, but, naw, this ain’t no slumber
let a b-tch drop my lo’, i guarantee you that we slump her (she outta there)
b-tch, i don’t want your number, what’s your motherf-ckin’ chime?
you gon’ f-ck me or my slime? make your motherf-ckin’ mind
can’t leave the crib without that iron, that’s how them one n-ggas be dyin’
my hitter frontline with them sticks like they playin’ f-ckin’ lineman
if you need that one sh-t, you can hit unky line
and i’ll let the nina sing like bebe and cece winans (rrah)
bro snuck the cannon in the party, now he in this b-tch wildin’ (ayy)
and i’ll beat a n-gga ass like my name deontay wilder (get your ass beat)
boy, you ain’t no k!ller, you tough on the web like peter parker (lame)
i got old b-tches shakin’ ass like they ms. parker (shakin’ ass)
shot his ass before he crashed, they think he died like paul walker (skrrt, skrrt)
layin’ in his grass, sittin’ on his ass, i’m startin’ to feel like i’m a stalker
n-ggas hate my guts, they say i talk sh-t like charles barkley
boy, you better chill, i’m in this b-tch rollin’ off a barkley (lil’ ass)
i don’t need no pill, i’ll smoke his ass off some coffee (doo-doo-doo)
free my n-ggas out on that appeal, don’t give a f-ck how much it cost me (free them boys)
them n-ggas dyin’ every month, the funeral home runnin’ out of coffins
they hit that boy in his sh-t, now his ass look like a dolphin (hah)

- 24lik 392 lil head

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