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letra de u silly - allstar jr

[intro]
(welcome to get a bag records)
i f-ck hoes and spin ’em (yeah), send truckloads to cities
we hit hoods, take n-ggas custos and k!ll ’em (let’s go ride)
boy, take what chain? you silly (boy), f-ck wrong with these n-ggas? (lucci, how you feel? yeah)
f-ck wrong with these b-tches? throw my buffs on these n-ggas (lucci, how you feel?)

[verse 1]
pullin’ up in that ‘lacy (phew), drunk as h-ll off addys
spinnin’ out, tryna hit the blunt, now i’m trippin’, d-mn near crashed it (let me slow down)
wanna f-ck my ho friends, i’m trippin’, d-mn near asked her (what’s crackin’?)
quarter mil’ i got stashed, this sh-t can d-mn near happen (fully loaded)
i can take ’bout sixty days and boss up to a mansion
take a b-tch ain’t got sh-t, boss her up with еnhancements (oh, let that b-tch ridе)
hit her off with that lord d-ck, cut her off, now she throw tantrum (she p-ssed)
where the h-ll adam silver at? lil’ n-gga, i done got drafted (i’m lit)
louis ‘fit, hit 6k, lil’ n-gga, i done came platinum
ronnie can’t sell no blood, it’s dope all in his plasma (he high)
n-gga say they want smoke ’til it’s f-ckin’ up they asthma (alright)
got a b-tch that’s so thick, i told her walk in backwards (i got a lil’ thick-ass ho)
lil’ ass boy, that sh-t you brag about stashin’ (that sh-t you brag about)
could only get the windows cleaned twice at the mansion (for real)
and lil’ ass boy, that sh-t you brag about stashin’ (you a lil’ ass boy)
could only get the windshield wiped on the wagen
bag life
[chorus]
i f-ck hoes and spin ’em, send truckloads to cities
we hit hoods, take n-ggas custos and k!ll ’em
boy, take what chain? you silly, f-ck wrong with these n-ggas? (f-ck wrong)
f-ck-f-ck wrong with these b-tches? throw my buffs on these n-ggas
i f-ck hoes and spin ’em (spin ’em), send truckloads to cities (to cities)
we hit hoods, take n-ggas custos and k!ll ’em
boy, take what chain? you silly (you silly), f-ck wrong with these n-ggas? (yeah)
f-ck-f-ck wrong with these b-tches? (yeah) throw my buffs on these n-ggas (yeah)

[verse 2]
i be spinnin’ hoes, nan’ one be innocent to me (not one)
chocolate face, rose gold, look like cinnamon to me (phew)
snow fallin’ like franklin, i keep benjamins on me (bags)
and this cuban so d-mn heavy, it’s a minivan on me (chunky)
i got nephew throwin’ bullets, don’t try pick these b-tches off (please)
he gon’ run up with that sk!llet, get the grillin’ n-ggas thoughts (tss)
i’m in the club without no shirt, got on chinchilla in the loft
fully banged now, my next watch gon’ finish n-ggas off (oh, these n-ggas ’bout to be mad as h-ll)
if i ever said i love you, call me now, make sure i still do (call right now)
mans wanna hold a couple dollars, i got bills too
if i tell you no right now, is you gon’ show the real you? (that you know)
you gon’ tear me down all this time i tried to build you? (i swear i seen it)
i done been around the block before, i really seen this film
i done been depressed as h-ll and i done had to keep it in
i done had to drive ’em, fly ’em, pack ’em, sell, repeat again
i done been in love before, but i ain’t have to keep the b-tch
[chorus]
i f-ck hoes and spin ’em (what i do?), send truckloads to cities (ball life)
we hit hoods, take n-ggas custos and k!ll ’em (we in here right now)
boy, take what chain? you silly (you silly), f-ck wrong with these n-ggas?
f-ck-f-ck wrong with these b-tches? throw my buffs on these n-ggas
i f-ck hoes and spin ’em, send truckloads to cities
we hit hoods, take n-ggas custos and k!ll ’em (what?)
boy, take what chain? you silly (boy), f-ck wrong with these n-ggas? (f-ck wrong?)
f-ck-f-ck wrong with these b-tches? (f-ck wrong?) throw my buffs on these n-ggas (got my buffs on)

[outro]
(let’s get a bag)
we hit hoods, take n-ggas custos and k!ll ’em
boy, take what chain? you silly
boy, take what chain? you silly
custos
this ain’t truckloads
boy, take what chain? you silly
i f-ck hoes and spin ’em
bag li—

- allstar jr

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