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letra de i'm him - 600breezy

skit: so what you want us to do saint? you want us to go get em?
600breezy: yeah n-gga
skit: nah pull up in front of the building man; i wanna get em myself
600breezy: you hear them gun sounds you know who it is, it’s breezo n-gga
skit: get em yourself?
600breezy: uh
skit: yeah man, get em myself
600breezy: stop playing with us we a couple a hunnit up out there too man you know what i’m talkin bout
all that rapper sh-t get n-ggas hurt, n-gga, y’all n-ggas see what the f-ck…
verse 1:
uh, yeah n-gga
in the streets b-tch i’m top 10
b-tch we not playin any club appearance brung them glocks in, huh, n-gga
how the f-ck we win if we was boxed in, huh, n-gga
f-ck you do that n-gga, huh
f-ck you sayin is you with that?
cans in the whip this ain’t no m-th- f-ckin 6 pack, n-gga
but they on us too, b-tch what you wanna do?
bad rest a make a young n-gga look like uncle drew, huh
and we dumpin too, pounds b-tch come get a few, ice on me b-tches always askin do i got the flu, huh
george gervin first son n-gga, ice man sh-t, b-tch we pop gl!cks we tote guns n-gga
get put up with yo son n-gga, cause we hunt n-ggas, strip club, dolla bill, trump n-ggas, huh
b-tch i’m that one n-gga!
(i’m him n-gga) (f-ck i’m coming n-gga)
gun shots and police sirens, chasing n-ggas through they hood for that work like they frankie limen
b-tch we armed and violent, muzzles make em silent, b-tch i ain’t just rhyming, google it them n-ggas dying, sk!llet baking frying pistols bussin bullets flying
jumping out a whip, i’m sliding, i ain’t matt ryan, n-gga
(yeah f-cking quarterback) (f-ck wrong with these n-ggas man, gang sh-t uh)
semi automatics in the whip, b-tch you better dip, n-ggas walk you down and never met a crip
call it bl!ck walking, sick sh-t, we joint sparkin, huh
not the one for coughing, cracking cans like steve austin, huh
better turn up for ya mans n-gga, we ain’t playing with em, b-tch say she love em she be dead with em
my eyes red from smoking dead n-ggas, that’s what i said n-gga, still smoking…cause he dead n-gga, huh
just to let you know any n-ggas getting fouled a meet this technical the tuba thang how weapons blow huh
pint after pint, left after right
sn-tch a n-gga wife 100 thou tonight, n-gga
you playing with yo life, n-gga
skit: if there’s anyone here that don’t wanna get murdered “get the f-ck out”

- 600breezy

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