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letra de let's get funky - b.g. (baby gangsta)

[verse 1: b.g.]
choppers with drums
n-gga thats how it comes
-ssualt rifles, extended clips
let you know where i’m from
the names chopper city
it’s a city of n-ggas bout gettin funky wit’ me
keep they fingers on triggers
let’s roll wit’ a pistol i get out of control
it’s your family i put on rows, front row
i’mma 223 grabber
bust or block hitter
project kidnapper
rookie n-gga wig splitter
make copies for the rapture
it’s all on you n-gga
oh, i’m comin for the capture
what you wan’ do n-gga
mystikals who i’m after
grab yo’ steel and shoot
i’mma k!ller not just a rapper
lil’ wayne, he bout it too
i’mma sn-tch if you got it
told ya before ta’ hide it
told ya if you hide it
it’s a must that i find it
ride or die b-tch
chop or get chopped ho
b.g. split or get split
play tha game how it go
shootin tha drop somethin’
glock or pop somethin’
ak wit’ fifty shots
i tote it too stop somethin’
make it happen you’s the punk
i’ll put you in the trunk
??? ???? you’ll be dumped, n-gga i bring funk

[hook: b.g. & lil wayne]
[wayne] lets get funky wit’ these n-ggas
[b.g.] grab the triggas and blast
[wayne] lets get filthy wit’ these n-ggas
[b.g.] take they figures and dash
[wayne] lets get serious with these n-ggas
[b.g.] grab the k’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust
[wayne] retaliation a must

[verse 2: lil wayne]
ah ah
don’t run yo’ mouth enough for you to get back in me
my gun clap in it start spinnin’ and take many
plenty of slugs hit you
can you picture a young rapper
fourteen year old black master million dollar flapper
watch me set it off wit’ my sawed off jumpin
as i be when i be pumpin
frontin’ gets you nothin’
runtin’ catch a slug from the m-what’n
you ain’t bout natin’
playa hater leave you bl–dy
it’s money and dreary
can’t see clearly
but ya’ still hear me
four steps comin’ quickly
can you feel me
better k!ll me before you get done in
it’s real dog
but i got that red mark so when you come in
slugs somethin’, seventeen up in the clip
i keeps extra hollow tips for the crum rip
should of chop-chop stop yo’ whole block
let’s get funky, you want me, i thinks not
so much black clothing you may think its a black-out
all the lights go out
that’s when all yo fright come out
bl–dy streaks to the upt where you lays on
i praise on, think you plays on, it’s stays gone
the things you lay on
i can’t even pay on
you got it, better hide it
if you wanna keep it safe on
i roam to the top
that’s my spot, my place
jumpin’ out a suitcase
slugs chase to yo’ face, a

[hook 2x]

[verse 3: lil wayne]
ah, ah, ah, ha
now as i re-enter this scent and get into you
these three dots, i plot and spot, then i shoot
i keep a chopper under the medium hilfiger
i throw back punks, comin’ out trunks to k!ll n-ggas
i spill n-ggas, on the real n-gga i gets dirty
bury em in unknown area where it’s deserted
i know you heard it
but you lie and deny it
but you can’t hide
it’s written all over yo’ face you easy to find
n-ggas front, scars all over they chest be starting to shine
like that presidential rolex reflex a million nine
gimme ‘dat, all ‘dat, and all black, that’s my atire
a tru rider, gettin’ higher off uptown fire
remember me, tha little g never died
took one to the chest but the little g never died

[verse 4: b.g.]
i’mma certified k!ller, million dollar n-gga
any kind of gun trigger, cl!cker, playa hater n-gga flipper
tangerie and juice sipper, disrespectin b-tch flipper
i’m bout drama off the top
you know that’s on the foreal-a
i get’s loaded low down by a monkey
so call me donkey
n-gga think lame
he would want to know i gets funky
beef kicked in a night parade
uptown was deep
‘nother group rollin out, bookoom be standin’ on feet
now you know i run with ignorant n-ggas
all of ’em wild
thousands of people out
f-ck that sprayin’ the crowd
ain’t no time for doin’ backin down
from trigga play
gotta closet of k’s
ready to do it anyday
write grant after tenth
black grant i was tenths
that’s for al and lil’ duga’
four deep in each in spinnin’ in
so twerk it up
handle yo’ business
shoot or get shot
i hit blocks wit’ glocks
n-gga, get or get got
in school i was a fool a young flunky
but on the streets i used 2’s
n-gga, i gets funky

[hook 2x]

- b g baby gangsta

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