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letra de bossalini - 28av

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[chorus]
they tote poles, but they never had to toss a yankee
i’m a top shotta, greet me as the bossalini
41 on the bust, that’s the aquafini
better be ready to die, that’s the cost to beat me
28 south jack where my name from
i’ve been through h-ll and back, that’s why i stay numb
suckas try to slide me out, but i play dumb
caught him slippin’, wiped his nose, now his face won

[verse 1]
sucka said he hold me out, boy that’s cap, brodi
i got him dressed up for cheap b-tch, fashion novi
throw forgies on the track, that’s the cap mode (skrt)
threw a ruler to my neph, but i ain’t chaperonin’ (no no no)
you takin’ trips like we tads with the wacks on it
monkey nuts on the blackout, spazz on it
bust the richard for a k, no physio
do a drill out the foreign, no fivio
favourite drac’ is the micro, that’s the mini though
f-ck a show when we shunned down the video
i’m in the club, 50-d, every colored flag
chanel clutch from my b-tch, every colored flag
i don’t wear white busts, only [?]
team full of icemen, it’s some cold attorneys (uh huh)
real clout in the hood for lettin’ off the .30’s (pew)
poppin’ cherries at your temple, that’s for sure
[chorus]
they tote poles, but they never had to toss a yankee
i’m a top shotta, greet me as the bossalini
41 on the bust, that’s the aquafini
better be ready to die, that’s the cost to beat me
28 south jack where my name from
i’ve been through h-ll and back, that’s why i stay numb
suckas try to slide me out, but i play dumb
caught him slippin’, wiped his nose, now his face won

[verse 2]
we the herb brush gang, get the opps fitted (huh)
you’s a neutral ass boy, always not in it (i ain’t in it)
he a shoota youngboy, keep a glock with him (got a pole)
when he a dolo, he a polo, need his dawgs with him
i cop straps out the store, i got a gun habit
keep a tommy on my lap, don’t make me rugrat it (ooh)
[?], might just flood pat it (huh)
we the reason lil’ buddy got his cut tatted (godd-mn)
fyoom fyoom fyoom, that’s the f and n
backthroat body, finna let me in
brodi just came home and they send him back (d-mn)
red beam robo gun, got a cadarac
might as well write a book with them fake novels
suckas reppin’ srt wippin’ base models
suckas rappin’ ’bout slidin, they ain’t blaze hollows
buying likes on ig, he got fake follows
[chorus]
they tote poles, but they never had to toss a yankee
i’m a top shotta, greet me as the bossalini
41 on the bust, that’s the aquafini
better be ready to die, that’s the cost to beat me
28 south jack where my name from
i’ve been through h-ll and back, that’s why i stay numb
suckas try to slide me out, but i play dumb
caught him slippin’, wiped his nose, now his face won

[outro]
run it up, tay
two-four
my n-gga two4 to go, these other n-ggas basic

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