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letra de empty - allstar jr

[intro]
leave a message at the tone
(chill going crazy)
yo, pick up the phone
it’s me
pick up the phone
yeah
(welcome to get a bag records)
(from detroit’s west side)

[verse 1: allstar jr]
in the whip with a big thirty (shots)
sittin’ back, got a b-tch serving (let’s get a bag, thot)
now the b-tch twerking, listening to big30
magic city with the opps, finna get the switch twerking (get it going)
yeah, i put them clothes on, i ain’t soft, n-gga (phew)
bought a man bag, put an o of soft in it (phew)
i’m like, “that’s a good deal,” and it cost fifty (bands)
i’m in the rollie store, roped off, off limits
say you a k!llеr now, listenin’ to big homiie
greek freak at thе line, put a brick on her (r)
if you got a cold, b-tch, put a kit on her
argue with the b-tch ’cause you ain’t never did sh-t for her (she on your ass)
five-fifty, i’m just pickin’ up pape’ (pickin’ up the sheets)
street n-gga, ride this b-tch with no plates (no plates)
think i just bought a brick with no shake
i’m in the louis store now with a four-what? (let’s get a what?)
[chorus: allstar jr]
f-ck her good, leave a bad b-tch empty
dump a hundred, now the whole b-tch empty
one-fifty in the ‘cat if they fl!ck me
chop cost a band, but my shoes ten-fifty
f-ck her good, leave a bad b-tch empty
dump a hundred, now the whole b-tch empty
one-fifty in the ‘cat if they fl!ck me
chop cost a band, but my shoes ten-fifty

[verse 2: babyface ray]
fall off, bounce right back
you should’ve paid the jeweler double since you payin’ for your ice back (lame-ass n-gga)
snake ways, hope you know a n-gga strike back
they tryna box me, had to tell my lawyer, “fight back” (wavy gang sh-t forever)
yeah, ayy, been litty, real silly, yeah (trip)
like scooch, get busy, yeah (face)
baby gang keep spinnin’ ’til the clip empty
thanking god, all the troubles, we done made it through (yeah)
i hope the fame and the money, it ain’t change you
rappin’ seem odd when the street n-ggas raised you
chosen by god when a bullet can’t disable you (yeah)
oh, you’ll sell your soul if it’s froze, huh?
pockets bulgy, even ones who even wanna hold some
on that different timing, white rolls and the gold one
rapping get slow, then i’m right back to road running (let’s get a bag, right back to road running)
[chorus: allstar jr]
f-ck her good, leave a bad b-tch empty
dump a hundred, now the whole b-tch empty
one-fifty in the ‘cat if they fl!ck me
chop cost a band, but my shoes ten-fifty
f-ck her good, leave a bad b-tch empty
dump a hundred, now the whole b-tch empty
one-fifty in the ‘cat if they fl!ck me
chop cost a band, but my shoes ten-fifty (ten-fifty)

- allstar jr

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