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letra de watch dat - 556zoo

[intro]
(jjr)
556

[chorus]
ayy, lil’ bro, watch that car right there, that b-tch tryna turn around
if that b-tch come back through one more time, we tear that whole b-tch down
over there, that lil’ b-tch a turnt up when she with the gang, she tryna get down (look)
how the f-ck you screamin’, “gang” when you can’t come up in that town?
i heard n-ggas out here speakin’ on my name, like, “how the f-ck you south?” (f-ck you south?)
b-tch, i’m in the bricks, i ain’t hard to find, i’m always in that town (there)
pull up, a hundred shots out a carbon, n-ggas scared to come around (no cap)
if you ain’t gang, we gon’ take his sh-t, we gon’ tell you movin’ wrong (outta there)

[verse]
these n-ggas cap as h-ll, that’s why i don’t trust
and these moves like the long, b-tch, i gotta bust (brrt)
i just bought a new k and that b-tch ain’t russian (no cap)
these n-ggas be backwards, i’m talkin’ russian
headshot to the face, dead, no percussion (what?)
give a f-ck ’bout no fall while he clutchin’
rundown on a opp, let a glizzy fumble
on that lane, frontline, we don’t do no runnin’
oh yeah, that’s your b-tch, why the f-ck she touchin’?
man, i turn up for bragg’ off the way she f-ck me
let me get out the car, this b-tch sound like thug
hit ’em up two times and watch ’em stutter (let’s do it)
b-tch, i get the two, comin’ to diploma
he ain’t back, folded up, man, that n-gga fumbled
put his d-ck on the dirt, don’t tell my mama (get there)
[interlude]
keep quiet

[chorus]
ayy, lil’ bro, watch that car right there, that b-tch tryna turn around (’round)
if that b-tch come back through one more time, we tear that whole b-tch down (down)
over there, that lil’ b-tch a turnt up when she with the gang, she tryna get down (get down)
how the f-ck you screamin’, “gang” when you can’t come up in that town? (how?)
i heard n-ggas out here speakin’ on my name, like, “how the f-ck you south?” (you south?)
b-tch, i’m in the bricks, i ain’t hard to find, i’m always in that town (at all)
pull up, a hundred shots out a carbon, n-ggas scared to come around (no cap)
if you ain’t gang, we gon’ take his sh-t, we gon’ tell you movin’ wrong (yeah)

[outro]
real six
hard head, real six
hard head, real six
no cap

- 556zoo

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