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letra de imposters - baby drill

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[intro]
huh
b-tch, i pull up on my opps more than my f-ckin’ partners (ayy, blackcard, you made this beat? pull up on my opps, n-gga)
b-tch, i pull up on my opps more than my fu— (b-tch, i pull up on my opps, n-gga)
(blackcard on this motherf-cker?)
more than my f-ckin’ partners

[chorus]
b-tch, i pull up on my opps more than my f-ckin’ partners
unknown shooter, they still don’t know who the f-ck shot him
got bodies on bodies, b-tch, i could start a f-ckin’ roster (baby drill)
these n-ggas ain’t nothin’ like baby drill, they some f-ckin’ imposters
[verse 1]
i feel like hitman, point ’em out, b-tch, i can hit the target (drop him)
oh, he the brick man? we kick his door and make him come up off it (baby drill)
f-ck i look like beefing with them n-ggas? i know they ain’t on sh-t (they ain’t on sh-t)
b-tch, i stepped on every gang that was in my way, them n-ggas know that (get out my way)
b-tch, my opp died ’cause he was playing like he was gangster (buh)
b-tch, my opp died ’cause he had started pointing fingers
pull up on ’em, swing the stick and show ’em that i get dangerous (you dig?)
that 7.62 went inside his skull and made him famous (woo)

[chorus]
b-tch, i pull up on my opps more than my f-ckin’ partners
unknown shooter, they still don’t know who the f-ck shot him
got bodies on bodies, b-tch, i could start a f-ckin’ roster (baby drill)
these n-ggas ain’t nothin’ like baby drill, they some f-ckin’ imposters

[verse 2]
put down the glock, picked up the mic, showed ’em i got bars (i’m in the booth)
pick up the glock before i leave, show i’m a shooting star (buh, buh, buh)
my pops had left me for a b-tch, that sh-t made me go hard (f-ck that n-gga)
when i get m’s, my mom got m’s ’cause i’m her only boy (that’s on me, n-gga)
shoutout to feet, shoutout to quan, shoutout to f-ckin’ cho (them my dogs)
shoutout to slime, shoutout to one, shoutout to all the bros (all them n-ggas)
b-tch, i got the gang with me, they wanna see me blow
i be d-mn on go
n-ggas talk ’bout pressure, f-ck the pressure, i don’t smoke them hoes
[chorus]
b-tch, i pull up on my opps more than my f-ckin’ partners
unknown shooter, they still don’t know who the f-ck shot him
got bodies on bodies, b-tch, i could start a f-ckin’ roster (baby drill)
these n-ggas ain’t nothin’ like baby drill, they some f-ckin’ imposters

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