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letra de sumo! - american terrorists

[intro]
(mike, i hit the mic’)
(neilaworld)
(gimme that beat!)

[chorus: bigbabygucci & kevin kazi]
walked in-in this b-tch, pockets thick like they on sumo (sumo, ayy, ayy)
got a thotty, she from asia, tryna grab me like a judo
got them racks, he know you know
outer sp-ce like i’m from pluto
i be ballin’ in the field, these n-ggas playin’ in the [?]
ayy, b-tch i walked in with the bag (whoo, whoo)
walked in with the cash (ayy)
she gon’ up the d like she was tryna pass the class (whoo, whoo)
and i got money in my seams (seams)
walked in with my regime (yeah, yeah)
i don’t need a scope, put him down with .223’s (whoo, whoo)
[verse: bigbabygucci & kevin kazi]
.223 is hollow tips, i bet them sh-ts’ll fist your chest
i got hoes on top of hoes, i got checks on top of checks
i got thots on top of thots, catch a flight, get on a jet
seen a opp right on my block and you know what happened next
yeah, you love talkin’ ’bout hoes, lil’ n-gga, then why yo’ ho send me a text?
i got me a check, lil’ n-gga and put that sh-t right on my neck
and went and got a big bag, i’ma f-ck around and cop a masi’ and crash the corvette
i was at six flags with the tec in my lap, i’ll hit his ass right in the [?]
designer denim wrapped around my leg
i ain’t have to try, she still gave me neck
p-ssy wet, i think she peed in the bed
perky on me, b-tch, i’m high as a blimp
think i’m playin’, put a clip in his leg
several more gon’ make him walk with a limp
she don’t like you ’cause she know you a simp
banana clips, b-tch, i feel like a chimp
with my n-ggas, we gon’ shoot like the gym
give me brainpop, moby and tim
that n-gga foo, think he a shrimp
backin’ his ass like i’m a pimp
i need the racks, i need a mill’
banana the clip, you’ll get peeled
start a n-gga moment like it’s the boondocks
servin’ the dog food, man, the spoon hot
smokin’ the good gas, yeah, the moon rock
off of the xo’s, she a [?] thot
i’m with my dawg like key and peele
don’t have to talk, i keep a steel
walkin’ around, i keep it concealed
don’t want no beef, you n-ggas is veal
my money is blue and you n-ggas is teal
think i’m nervous so i pop me a pill
[chorus: bigbabygucci & kevin kazi]
walked in-in this b-tch, pockets thick like they on sumo
got a thotty, she from asia, tryna grab me like a judo
got them racks, he know you know
outer sp-ce like i’m from pluto
i be ballin’ in the field, these n-ggas playin’ in the [?]
ayy, b-tch i walked in with the bag
walked in with the cash
she gon’ up the d like she was tryna pass the class
and i got money in my seams
walked in with my regime
i don’t need a scope, put him down with .223’s (b-tch)

- american terrorists

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