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letra de whole hunnid - 3ag pilot

[intro]
h-llo, h-llo
wow

[chorus]
hit my line like three or four times, this b-tch tryna vibe or somethin’
if you ain’t tryna buy like three or four pounds, then n-gga, you hit my line for nothin’
i put this sh-t on, this drip on me, i don’t have to give my stylist nothin’ (nada)
i ain’t never snort no coca leaf, but pilot got their nose runnin’
sh-t, i hit the pot with the 4.4 speed, no legs, got the stove runnin’ (gone)
all of my b-tches say yes to me, that’s why i don’t know nothin’ (uh)
the dope like ron artest to me, you’d probably get a ‘bow from me
got that n-gga for fifty k, i coulda got a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)

[verse]
it just took three days what you make a whole summer (a whole summer)
p-ssy-ass boy gon’ stay out the way, but i’ma gеt more commas (more commas)
finessеd that boy for fifty k, i coulda got a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)
thought my kitchen had calf muscles, all my stoves runnin’ (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
i know a n-gga on the scene that’ll tell you he don’t know nothin’ (nothin’)
i’ll put a thirty bar right on his head, i f-cked his whole conscience
i don’t give a f-ck about one or two loads, i promise they come in bunches
sh-t, i’m so mothaf-ckin’ mafia made, when it land, i don’t even touch it (f-ck sh-t up)
i just [?] we probably gon’ spend your budget (some rackades)
promise i didn’t have to give sh-t, she still gon’ love it
i hope none of the levees break ’cause both of my wrists is flooded
walked in the b-tch with the drum on me, this sh-t got sick percussion (doot-doot-doot-doot)
[chorus]
hit my line like three or four times, this b-tch tryna vibe or somethin’
if you ain’t tryna buy like three or four pounds, then n-gga, you hit my line for nothin’ (hit my line for nothin’)
i put this sh-t on, this drip on me, i don’t have to give my stylist nothin’ (no)
i ain’t never snort no coca leaf, but pilot got their nose runnin’ (pilot got their nose runnin’)
sh-t, i hit the pot with the 4.4 speed, no legs, got the stove runnin’ (doot-doot-doot)
all of my b-tches say yes to me, that’s why i don’t know nothin’ (that’s why i don’t know nothin’)
the dope like ron artest to me, you’d probably get a ‘bow from me (‘bow, elbow)
got that n-gga for fifty k, i coulda got a whole hunnid (a whole hunnid)

[outro]
got that boy for fifty k, i coulda got a whole hunnid
whole hunnid

- 3ag pilot

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