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letra de cookup - 392 lil head

[intro]
thank you, roe, that is so sweet

[verse 1: punchmade dev]
soon as i open up my eyes, i hit a bank play
i know someone who work behind the counter, i hit the same play (too easy)
and that’s why i love chase
hit the drive-thru window, when i leave, put on my dub face
all my checks hit for ten or more, we don’t cook up the same
they hit —- in his head, almost took off his face (come here)
i know that bullet f-cked up his brain
i think i wanna match with lil head or wear my opp’s chain
then act like it’s mine and take a picture with it
i know y’all see what happened in that mall, i should’ve pistol whipped him
he just lucky that his kids was with him
my shooter don’t care, next time, we gon’ shoot you with him
when i say it’s up, there’s no reversin’ that
i paid for that —-, you should come and get that murder back (come on)
it’s best for you to quit the job you workin’ at
just put a price on you, that’s gon’ be the spot they lurkin’ at
go pick up —-, he a lil’ dead
about a week ago, his baby moms gave me a lil’ head
i’m in the living room playin’ 2k while she twist my dreads
her son call me daddy, so when i leave, i grip him by his head

[verse 2: 392 lil head]
young as h-ll, was punchin’ in at like sixteen
i’m with some grown hoes, izzo just invited six teens
mike got thirty pair of amiris, you got six jeans
ho think i’ma eat the p-ssy, i’m like, “b-tch, please”
h-ll naw, i don’t eat the cat, b-tch, you trippin’
i don’t even got no blood cousins, i be crippin’
i’m with 6, all my hoes on his d-ck ’cause he crispy
b-tch, if you ain’t never filed taxes, then get with me, ayy
i got a plug, brodie got another plug
all the finished n-ggas mad the cold hoes let us run
i don’t wear the lil’ head or two four, that’s my sons
b-tch, if you ain’t never made a chase, then you dumb

- 392 lil head

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