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letra de big fiend - ak 5ifty4our

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[chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
pull up bl!cked up, bl!cked up, it’s on me
your b-tch tryna f-ck with me, she a big fiend
i’m coppin’ all the motherf-ckin’ drugs, i got lean
i’m coppin x, coppin’ percs’, coppin’ all the beans

[post-chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
i’m pullin’ up on your f-ckin’ b-tch, we blew her back
she went all the way down, l!ckin’ on my sack
i keep all the motherf-ckin’ guns, b-tch, i’m packed
b-tch, i keep all the motherf-ckin’ money, i keep all the racks

[verse 1: ak 5ifty4our]
i keep all the motherf-ckin’ sticks, i got the money
them b-tches tried to f-ck with me, they thought it was funny
they scared of that motherf-ckin’ gun, got ’em running
we just wiped his muhf-ckin’ nose, it was runny
we just wipеd his muhf-ckin’ nose, thought he was sick
i got all thesе hoes bitin’ my style, like a tick
i just spun on you, motherf-cker, hit a l!ck
i f-ckin’ up your gang with that f-ckin’ bl!ck

[chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
pull up bl!cked up, bl!cked up, it’s on me
your b-tch tryna f-ck with me, she a big fiend
i’m coppin’ all the motherf-ckin’ drugs, i got lean
i’m coppin x, coppin’ percs’, coppin’ all the beans
[verse 2: havi]
b-tch, i’m sippin’ on that lean, i’m poppin’ perkies’, i’m a fiend
i say my diamonds are so drippy, they like water, b-tch, they clean
i say, “what you say?” b-tch, i’m countin’ money, count that green
got these b-tches all up on me, they so fiend
i say, “i wipe a n-gga block just like i’m mr. clean”
i whip the tonka off the lot, lil’ b-tch, you know i’m skurting
i’m a fiend, where’s my crown, b-tch, i’m a king
wrist so icy, diamond ring, black designer prada jeans
b-tch, i am an addict, pop a perky’, sh-t get tragic
just don’t mind a b-tch, but she not ugly she just ratchet, oh
i say, “what you say?” all my diamonds elliot
lil’ b-tch, i don’t got time to play

[chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
pull up bl!cked up, bl!cked up, it’s on me
your b-tch tryna f-ck with me, she a big fiend
i’m coppin’ all the motherf-ckin’ drugs, i got lean
i’m coppin x, coppin’ percs’, coppin’ all the beans

[post-chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
i’m pullin’ up on your f-ckin’ b-tch, we blew her back
she went all the way down, l!ckin’ on my sack
i keep all the motherf-ckin’ guns, b-tch, i’m packed
b-tch, i keep all the motherf-ckin’ money, i keep all the racks

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