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letra de drip on 70th street - 70th street carlos

[intro: 70th street carlos & sauce walka]
mister bang bang, i tote the glock (drip, bang)
n-gg- play, he gettin’ popped, i got more colors than a chef (drip, bang)
and you know i got that glock(bang)
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
n-gg- play, he gettin’ popped (hey, ooh-wee)
bang, look (70)
loaded, yeah (sh-t)

[verse 1: 70th street carlos]
all this ice on me, got me feelin’ like saint nick
i don’t tell all my business, i just get ’em off that d-ck
all in your tree with the glock, you know i got that stick
and my pockets full of money, pockets fat just like rick
i like my b-tches with some meat, call ’em thick
i don’t f-ck with him, why? ’cause he counterfeit
how i come fresh, from my teeth to my kicks
all in a n-gg- flavor, get out a n-gg- mix
got a b-tch that look foreign, but she ain’t, she just mixed
fine but her teeth ugly, i’ma get them b-tches fixed
got a team full of shooters, b-tch, don’t make me send a blitz
how i be sh-ttin’ on these n-gg-s, they should pay me for this sh-t
i just got off the phone with sauce, you know sauce, that’s my n-gg-
in the studio smokin’ backwoods full of that k!ller
big bootyhole, and that -ss soft just like a pillow
take her to the room and i’ma hit her

[verse 2: sauce walka]
you know i’m slidin’ with them cutters (them cutters)
two ar’s and a glock, call ’em edd and eddy, brothers (them brothers)
n-gg-, you a b-tch, and i ain’t stutter (no stutter)
and i’m pair up two, so n-gg-, really you got a whole four brothers (hey)
i scoot up in masi’, these n-gg-s ridin’ in chevys (ooh-wee)
lil’ buddy think he drippin’, wait, he ain’t even a puddle
my ho just wanna mix, i only dig with bread and b-tter
i’ll send a blitz on donald trump before i get in trouble (drip)
i could catch a b-tch if my fingers had arthritis (drip)
i could knock a b-tch that’s engaged, newly united (pimp)
make a b-tch gulp on your ring like she ain’t like it
then have the b-tch in miami on scooters buyin’ me nikes
off-white, you know it’s a difference from a boss right?
you ever been to ikea? well, that’s what my house like
three floors, way before rappin’ i had three hoes
boy, your b-tch ugly and i heard she had three toes
n-gg-s swear they rap stars but they ain’t done three shows
n-gg-s say they trap stars but they ain’t bought three hoes
n-gg-s out here broke as shaq’s free throw
n-gg-, you a b-tch, you only seein’ outside through a peephole
i be puttin’ lean in my cereal, codeine-o
ever since i broke a b-tch, i stoped sellin’ ninos
n-gg-s’ cars still gettin’ repoed
boy, you ain’t a stepper, you just out here tap dancing like a geek ho

- 70th street carlos

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