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letra de today - 67

[chorus: monkey & ld]
n-ggas saying 67k, i don’t know you
move out my way
67 ain’t a gang; it’s a family
rudeboy, mind what you say
if it weren’t for the cameras
couple man would be dead up today
twenty-five in the mac, two in the dotty
six in the trey
suttin’ garn dead up today
believe me the mackah will spray
a thousand grams in the box
that’s the food that i bagged up today
b-tch tryna give me top, i don’t know you
move get the f-ck out my face
no face no case, su-suttin’ garn dead up today

[verse 1: monkey]
smoke man normal, .44 corn, that’s awful
the wise man said, “you’ll be rich one day”
so i trap hard normal
skeng in a four-door truck
f-ck the pigs, we unlawful
outta town couple packs were moving informal
ten toes on the opp block
lurk with the big m and the dot-dots
woosh, woosh
sweep a n-gga up if he f-cks with the opp blocks
a b-tch can get it too
that’s the meaning of an opp thot
trap so hard, i ain’t even checked my stopwatch
money is the mo’, so i get dough
interrupt, get steamed like a hot pot
loud buds in the room
spark up the joint, that’s opp pot
browning down low
all that b-tch do is top top
n-ggas thought they were hard
when they rode out with that dead pop

[verse 2: ld]
suttin’ soon drop, got twenty-five bells for an opp
i remember that day so clear when we came through and suttin’ got shot
make a whole load of gwop, anytime bro throws me a box
in a four-door truck with the dot
see jakes then i swerve and i’m off
i’ve been outside getting money in
any crop that was there, i was running in
m used to get mad
like ‘f-ck this ld we’re bunning him’
look when i got my man
not one of his bredrins was jumping in
look, we fry man
like roll on your block and start dumping things
these n-ggas don’t know man
i’ll finesse me a box from the cro man
finesse me some bread from the dough man
might roll up with m and just smoke man
look at these yutes
flexing in vids when they’re broke as a joke and they owe man
early morn at the door like the postman
might just blow me a face with the c0ke can

[chorus: monkey & ld]
n-ggas saying 67k, i don’t know you
move out my way
67 ain’t a gang, it’s a family
rudeboy, mind what you say
if it weren’t for the cameras
couple man would be dead up today
twenty-five in the mac, two in the dotty
six in the trey
suttin’ garn dead up today
believe me the mackah will spray
a thousand grams in the box
that’s the food that i bagged up today
b-tch tryna give me top, i don’t know you
move get the f-ck out my face
no face no case, su-suttin’ garn dead up today

- 67

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