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letra de freestyle - 392nxrco

we gon’ pull up to your door like we doordash
.223’s leave his brains on the doormat
bring that bag, lil’ b-tch, i need more stacks
i’ve been had guap i was trappin’ way before rap
i just ran up them bucks, b-tch, i ain’t change
all this gas in my lungs, they gon’ manage the pain
i know my pops ain’t the best, but i ain’t changin’ my name
392 till i die, never change on the gang
i’m like, sh-t, how you tell on the bro?
we talkin’ business out in public, so we speakin’ in code
i barely even see my b-tch, i been out on the road
i pour this wocky in my sprite, now i’m movin’ too slow
and we sendin’ out them shots if he diss on $no
r.i.p. your homie, goofy pack i’ma blow
i know you said you ain’t ready, but it’s your timе to go
i put my trust in that bag, could give a f-ck ’bout a ho
ayy, b-tch, i need that bag, not no p-ssy
i’m lawyered up, so how thе f-ck they finna book me
i blow exotic all you n-ggas smokin’ cookies
i don’t speak broke, wonder if they understood me
i’m at the door, b-tch, i’m waitin’ for that pack to land
me and brody got poles like we from pakistan
we got p’s in this b-tch, we ain’t baggin’ grams
touch my chain, lil’ b-tch, then i might cap a fan

ayy, b-tch

- 392nxrco

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