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letra de on 40 - ark762

[intro]
young n-gga came out the 6′ with this 40
i’m tryna’ run at the opps with my shorty
n-gga got hit with a fortnite shorty
b-tch ass n-gga pull it on 40’s, stupid ass b-tch, built like dory
b-tch ass n-gga got shot and report it
b-tch n-gga snitch on the gang he record it

[verse 1]
huh? heard that this n-gga trippin’ bout’ a b-tch
walk in the trap with like two pints n-gga
like two pints n-gga full of f-ckin’ tris
i-i got a glock posted on my hip
p-play with me try to dislocate yo’ hip
sippin’ on wock n-gga, make me trip
brother in the sky n-gga like a blimp
f-f-f-ckin on yo’ b-tch n-gga like a pimp
booty scratching monkey n-gga you a chimp
no this sh-t ain’t permanent, this sh-t is temp
you being a b-tch, n-gga that ain’t temp
smokin’ on that pack light it like a lamp
get inside my car, she ride it like a champ
g-got this hoe so wet, p-ssy h-lla’ damp
n-gga this ain’t fortnite, do not build a ramp
cookin’ in the trap, n-gga gordon ram
hoe i need some sp-ce, b-tch i need some round
bro got no b-tch, n-gga need some bass
ar-556 gon’ go bow
[verse 2]
young n-gga from the wreck coming out a 6
young n-gga came up from the bricks
motherf-cker coming up about a glitch, huh?
b-b-tch i be the highest n-gga, cannot miss
young n-gga coming up about a glitch
b-tch you on yo’ ass, broker than a b-tch
b-tch i’m in a penthouse with some ricks
smokin’ on that gas n-gga, f-ck a cig
g-gold diggin’ b-tch, go and suck a d-ck
money counter been felt like a pig
beefing with the world n-gga you a b-tch
smokin’ on yo’ brother he up in a spliff
smokin’ on yo’ brother n-gga and his wife
f-ck up out my face n-gga you’s a b-tch
f-ck up out my face n-gga you’s a cut
b-tch i’m boolin’ gas, n-gga blow and writes
sat down dang n-gga do not write
that b-tch, we ain’t friends do not want yo’ brunch
dark skin b-tch, looking like some brunch
f-ck i look like? taking hoes up outta lunch
puffing on this gas, hit me like a punch
got a bag with a lotta’ guns
g-got a flag take it out, alright
g-got a bag with a lotta’ funds
smokin’ on that gas, n-gga that sh-t foul
b-tch n-gga better have a lotta’ hoes
turning down your music n-gga that sh-t foul
n-gga f-ck the opps, they better bite the pole

- ark762

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