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letra de twin chops - 28av

[verse 1: 28av]
yeah, yeah
who the white boy, neck tap, bussin’ with the dreads on him
f-ckboy switched teams, gotta call the ref’ on him
home with the daddy d’s, catch breath on him
b-tch tryna ride my wave like begs on it
i don’t need the b-tch, she ain’t got good crab brodi
need an ama.com the lil homie
put him on night, got money on the [?]
big glock gang, red dot boy, pop a cherry
yellow, gold, vigoro, lookin like hot curry
out of reach, get your sh-t split like a locked jewelry
by the way, hittin’ everything like a hot curry
.223’s get your whole f-ckin’ block burnt

[chorus: sada baby & 28av]
hmm, gang gang, get the world with our fabs up
huh, on top, no shooters in the land though
7 miles to seattle with the nash ton
on the block with them straps, you can’t find us, ho
i got twin chops in the 4-54, b-tch
painting sh-t red like benjamin moore, b-tch
we gon’ turn up boy, even out the score, b-tch
tapped in with what you got, ak galore, b-tch

[verse 2: sada baby]
now it’s [?] we be out here all night till the daylight
hood took the barrel off the chop so he could spray right, huh
make my n-gga af take you out like it’s date night, huh
big apes smokin’ [?] scuba gray right, huh
red beam make a n-gga stop like a bright light
lil blood always shootin’ n-ggas like he can’t fight, huh
lil blood always shootin’ n-ggas, like to take lives
well any n-gga can’t drive no four, and he ain’t mine
i keep hoes ridin’ round this b-tch like it’s a rodeo
and my dead homies [?] it be wrong
if your dead homies knew my n-gga block, he prolly the reason that he dead
on my mama boys, f-cked up, it’s sad
[chorus: sada baby & 28av]
hmm, gang gang, get the world with our fabs up
huh, on top, no shooters in the land though
7 miles to seattle with the nash ton
on the block with them straps, you can’t find us, ho
i got twin chops in the 4-54, b-tch
painting sh-t red like benjamin moore, b-tch
we gon’ turn up boy, even out the score, b-tch
tapped in with what you got, ak galore, b-tch (huh)

[verse 3: sada baby]
keep my back then i’m on, ain’t talkin’ ’bout right or wrong
f-cked your b-tch from onlyfans off the camera phone
n-ggas know i ran it up, never had no loan
big blood, skubaru, i’m bad to the bone, huh
up the drac’, then i’m stayed aimin’ at your dome, huh
gettin’ scr-ped then i flee, n-gga i’ll be gone

[verse 4: 28av]
big boy chop hop out through the lambo
now he duckin’ backwards, f-ck it, leave him stiff, bro
yeah there’s somethin with those suckas, we gon’ slide our bellies
he got booked on purpose boy, we finna find his reli’
yeah i got that on my mind, i feel like yn melly
all that ‘sace on my drip, and that’s the donatelli
[chorus: sada baby & 28av]
hmm, gang gang, get the world with our fabs up
huh, on top, all shooters in the land up
7 miles to seattle with the nash ton
on the block with them straps, you can’t find us, ho
i got twin chops in the 4-54, b-tch
painting sh-t red like benjamin moore, b-tch
we gon’ turn up boy, even out the score, b-tch
tapped in with what you got, ak galore, b-tch

- 28av

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