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letra de havic 2 intro - ak bandamont

[intro]
yeah
yeah, you already know
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)
ak bandamont, n-gga, i get bands a lot, n-gga, you know that
uh

[verse 1]
yeah, we gon’ be livin’ good (livin’ good), yop
we gon’ be livin’ good
i’ll post up shop on any block, n-gga, in any hood (n-gga)
i’m just tryna get all of my n-ggas out the f-ckin’ hood
yop, yop, we gon’ be livin’ good
yeah, we gon’ be livin’ good
i’ll post up shop on any block, n-gga, in any hood
i’m just tryna get all of my n-ggas out the f-ckin’ hood (out the f-ckin’ hood), ayy, yop
we gon’ be livin’ good
yeah, we made it out the hood
i was goin’ crazy back in ’08, was out here hittin’ juggs
pull up on your block with a big chop to wish a n-gga would
pull up on your block with a big chop, i wish a n-gga would
everything a n-gga rap don’t be misunderstood
i fell in love with girly hittin’ the road and she was stuffin’ good
i know the streets don’t love sh-t, but we love thе hood
i lost my n-gga to the hood, i still love the streets
i can makе a song and get paid off it, so i love the beats
hoppin’ up the last four-eight, i felt like f-ck sleep
i just bought five shots for half the price, i’m finna touch three
lil’ girly took an l f-ckin’ with dog, so now it’s f-ck me
and now i made so much off doin’ fraud, i think it love me
i was steppin’ on work inside the trap and heard the pup sneeze
and i stepped and flow too hard and seen a pup bleed
i was steppin’ on work inside the trap and seen a pup bleedin’
finna hit the candle and breed the dog, bro, it’s pup season
if it ain’t bred right, then don’t touch it, that’s a pup reason
it was already hit before you bought it, that’s a tough reason
i need my opps dead before tomorrow, feel like f-ck beefin’
if we ain’t see a dub hittin’ the road, i feel like f-ck speakin’
i been loadin’ up sites runnin’ up bands, now i can come teach you
and if she ready for this life, then i come meet you
you don’t get this sh-t i say, be tryna explain, i hate dumb people
on god, shake no hands to make these bands, i feel like f-ck beefin’
i put d-ck in her throat, bustin’ it quick, then, bro, her tongue lethal
and one shot leave a n-gga dead, but my gun lethal
[chorus]
r.i.p to my big cousin, i know you see this sh-t i been havin’
you know i been stackin’
n-gga, rip havic, i’ll firebomb your crib, throw bullets at it, it’s gon’ get tragic
i’ll post up on your block, let off a hundred but i ain’t with magic
r.i.p to my big cousin, i know you see this sh-t i been havin’
you know i been stackin’
n-gga, rip havic, i’ll firebomb your crib, throw bullets at it, it’s gon’ get tragic
i’ll post up on your block, let off a hundred but i ain’t with magic

[verse 2]
i’ll post up on your block, let off a hundred but i ain’t with magic
the n-gga was all crazy inside his songs, now it’s big static
i stuff her cl-tty up and feed two zips, shorty elastic
i dropped my glock and bent the clip, i had to detach it
lil’ girly f-ckin’ with ice, she almost died, she gotta rehab it
the oppy died as soon as i found thought i spent the week laughin’ (yeah)
ha, yeah, i spent the week laughin’
if you live too fast, you might just die, you ever seen crashes
i got hoes playin’ they [?], seen pageants
i could buy a slab and weed two times, you ever seen cassius?
naw, baby, not at all
i was on the court f-ckin’ up rock, but i was doin’ fraud

- ak bandamont

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