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letra de sumthin - allstar jr

[intro]
you got a gun in the car, you better clutch somethin’
(let’s get a bag)
b-tch in the whip with me, got the buffs on her (jose the plug)
buffs on, big r

[verse 1]
four zips, you lookin’ for that, call for a joe d
don’t hit my jack bein’ direct like you the police
amiri bone runners, in the hood pole clutchin’ (bah)
cell hittin’, phone number doin’ phone numbers (woo)
“jackpot,” what i say when we catch opps (got ’em)
i ain’t know a handgun could send a n-gga that high
your lil’ bag dropped, you got that b-tch some ass shots (yes, you did)
tell her put that ass on me, my baby, you assed out
wrist jumpin’ out the pot, bricks jumpin’ out the spot
chase him down, young n-gga, wrist jumpin’ from the glock
could fit you in some plans that’ll fit you in a box (n-gga)
still tryna figure how she fit it in her mouth, n-gga (f-ck you doin’, b-tch?)

[chorus]
you got a gun in the car, you better clutch somethin’ (you better clutch somethin’)
you don’t know what’s comin’ (you don’t know what), better bust somethin’ (better bust, n-gga)
b-tch in the whip with me, got the buffs on her (she wearin’ my sticks)
she wanna f-ck somethin’, she wanna suck somethin’ (oh, she gon’ eat me alive)
you got a gun in the car, you better clutch somethin’ (you ain’t scared, n-gga?)
you don’t know what’s comin’, better bust somethin’ (bah)
b-tch in the whip with me, got the buffs on her (oh, yeah, this freaky-ass b-tch love the sticks)
she wanna f-ck somethin’, she wanna suck somethin’ (n-gga, what?)
[verse 2]
skymiles, i’ll fly a n-gga b-tch out (come on, b-tch)
louis scarf turned shirt, thank rich god (this is beautiful)
runtz in the ritz carlton, i’m kicked out (d-mn)
i got movie money, his sh-t shorter than a tiktok (big bands)
bl!ck out, we in public actin’ too aggressive (n-gga)
b-tch, bye, you ain’t the one, can’t be in my collection (welcome to get a bag records)
locked out, plug threw a key in my direction
p-ssy-ass n-gga couldn’t be in my profession (slow-ass n-ggas)
drivin’ reckless, catchin’ heavy nudes in the text (here they go)
cop another piece, it’s gon’ bruise up my neck
don’t do it out the stu’, i’ma do it off the meth
told the b-tch she was finished and it bruised her to death, n-gga (bi-otch)

[chorus]
you got a gun in the car, you better clutch somethin’ (you better clutch, n-gga)
you don’t know what’s comin’, better bust somethin’ (what? ayy)
b-tch in the whip with me got the buffs on her (she got the sticks on)
she wanna f-ck somethin’, she wanna suck somethin’ (i’ll put that d-ck on)
you got a gun in the car, you better clutch somethin’ (yeah)
you don’t know what’s comin’ (yeah), better bust somethin’ (bah)
b-tch in the whip with me got the buffs on her
she wanna f-ck somethin’, she wanna suck somethin’ (bi-otch)

- allstar jr

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