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letra de no cap - 72kp

[verse 1: 72kp]
me and you both turnt on the ‘gram, but, me, i’m turnt’ off it
think i just seen twelve hit the block, so i turned off it
n-ggas dropped a thousand disses hopin’ they get turned off it
only fun you have is on your birthday, you don’t get turned off it
yo’ b-tch put kp on her shuffle, now you beatin’ on her
boy, you broke as f-ck, she don’t care ’bout you cheatin’ on her
and i got them racks in the middle, like i’m roddy ricch
and pop them n-ggas who popped yo’ mans up, you beefin’ ’bout a b-tch
flyin’ out of town, don’t sit by me, i need the whole row
your mans got his strap took ’cause he a whole ho
b-tch bald, said she cut her hair, boy, it won’t grow
will you ever touch your first ten? sh-t, i don’t know

[verse 2: trl drich 100]
you can take your b-tch, lеave her neck, i want thе ho throat
n-gga we got chains, we got watches, all in rose gold
touchin’ on my d-ck, that’s the glock, told her, “hold both”
she think i’m a lover boy, but, really, i do hoes bold
we got za-za by the flavor, come and pick a ‘bow
and we in scats, back to back, you’d think we rented those
asked what to tell her people, that you cut your n-gga’s phones
only hang around campboyz, them other n-ggas hoes
bro runnin’ back, breakin’ bells like a christmas song
they like, “why you don’t hang with [?]”, ’cause that n-gga stole
my new b-tch left her last n-gga ’cause that n-gga told
f-cked me, now she want j.t., all my n-ggas froze
[verse 4: trl ace]
tell that n-gga “grab that cape”, he out here savin’ hoes
we gon’ put that pressure on them n-ggas, just for breakin’ codes
n-gga, we’ll turn up in this b-tch and get to takin’ poles
y’all still runnin’ with that n-gga and y’all know he told
heard he was in that fast thang, but it’s rented, though
and this b-tch be all on my d-ck, sayin’ i’m the g.o.a.t
bust-down presi’ on my wrist, thinkin’ i should vote
heard the opps’ was in that lil’ party, pull up, pop the host
gang and ’em catch you n-ggas out, i’ma scream, “go”
tell that n-gga, “run that sh-t back”, what you sayin’ though?
better watch your mouth and what you say and we gon’ stand down
b-tch, what you sayin’, i been that n-gga before i did a song

[verse 5: trl jt]
frost neck shine in the dark, n-gga, like a ghost
ghetto n-ggas slide in s.r.ts, ain’t drivin’ in no ghost
whole lot of choppers in my whip, know all my n-ggas tote
icy as a b-tch when i step out, i might just need a coat
p-ssy wet as water, i dive in it, might need just a boat
tch, n-ggas said they on my head, all them n-ggas jokes
it’s two bad b-tches in the room, you know i’m hittin’ both
kick they ass out and pass ’em on, them hoes just needed clothes
we the youngest n-ggas out here trickin’ through the city, ho
blow a n-gga brains broad, they don’t know who did it, though
he was dissin’ in ’em songs, now we f-ckin’ up his video
them boys been on his ass, real demons, they gon’ hit him close

- 72kp

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