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letra de what it do - ak bandamont

[intro]
(i was just playin’, i was just playin’, man, you feel me?)
yeah

[chorus]
i’m finna blow up like a balloon
that b-tch left me for a broke n-gga, she a fool
and, b-tch, i’m a real street n-gga, who is you?
i’m on the block boomin’ with the bloods, what it do?
i just copped a chop big as a bed, what it shoot?
i ain’t say nothin’ to the b-tch, she gave me head, that’s the proof
right now i’m out in saint bernard with the tool
i threw fifty in the clip to paint your car with a two

[verse]
and if i catch the opps lackin’, i’ma behead ’em
and if i kick her out the crib, she gon’ be reckless
i got five hoes eatin’ my d-ck, i can’t be settled
i gave my dog a gift for steppin’ work, he got three medals
but whеn i step on dog food, i need three pedals
right now i’m givin’ three needles for onе, this a weak special
and if i put you on the road, you gotta be special
and if you take a three with the dog food, let a three let it
n-gga tried to run off with a gram, i let three catch him
i’m tryna get a clean sealed pint, think i need spectrum
one shot’ll take a b-tch from off this earth, it wasn’t even heaven
you want a line, get off this purp’, you don’t need breakfast
i’m on the way to the southside, can we see texas?
lil’ b-tch just stuffed your cl-tty up, you wanna see blessings?
you wanna race in a h-llcat with the beast exit?
and if you shootin’ dice at a traphouse, you wanna see seven?
i just copped a glock 19, i wanna see 9
that lil’ b-tch’d love ridin’ d-ck, i wanna see why
i popped out, then my name started buzzin’ like a beehive
i just whacked a n-gga on an opp block and made the streets cry
you can never do this sh-t i do, you a cheap guy
i’m finna load a green website and make the weak fly
i’m finna bust a nut in this b-tch throat, make her beak fly
you better watch this sh-t you say, i got a street guide
b-tch, i’ve been sellin’ dope since age six, i was a street guy
that lil’ b-tch said i was broke, that was a weak lie
i just blew ten ‘woods in opp packs, so my feet high
oh, you said you want a brick? well, the fee high
i can’t even feel my face, i see three skies
just sent a thousand shots out a chopstick, it gotta revise
[chorus]
i’m finna blow up like a balloon
that b-tch left me for a broke n-gga, she a fool
and, b-tch, i’m a real street n-gga, what is you?
i’m on the block boomin’ with the bloods, what it do?
i just copped a chop big as a bed, what it shoot?
i ain’t say nothin’ to the b-tch, she gave me head, that’s the proof
right now i’m out in saint bernard with the tool
i threw fifty in the clip to paint your car with a two

- ak bandamont

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