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letra de it's hot - bandgang masoe

[hook: bandgang masoe]
i pray that my plug don’t catch a new case
it’s hot where i live, might need a new place
just see what i’m doin’, might need a new face
can’t say what i’m doin’, just know i make cake
i pray that my plug don’t catch a new case
it’s hot where i live, might need a new place
just see what i’m doin’, might need a new face
can’t say what i’m doin’, just know i make cake

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
i don’t talk to these n-gg-s, i don’t relate with the fake
we can’t go back and forth b-tch this ain’t no debate
i got cookie blunts in me and i can’t stay away
i be blessin’ my peoples cause i gotta give thanks
come on now, we ridin’ ‘round
we switchin’ states, we runnin’ miles
b-tches look my eye to eye and tell me they wanna blow me down
i’m [?] it’s nothin’
i’m smokin’ bieber, no justin
i tote the .30 like stephen
no question, these n-gg-s see me when they hear this song
they gon’ be like ‘oh yeah, keep this on repeat’
got a silencer on the mac it shoot like [?]
so don’t play me cause i’m strapped and that’s on gp
i feel like mas’ today, she cracked the top right off the f-cking seal and filled the lemonade
somewhere i heard p-ssy n-gg-s getting’ k!lled today
and somewhere else i heard a b-tch f-cking off a pill today

[verse 2: bandgang masoe]
i ain’t gotta quote for the pigs, at all
it’s really f-ck the pigs
[?] you n-gg-s under gr-ss
[?] like five zips and tossed a couple back
graduated from them scams, f-ck my diploma at
vacuum sealed the whole booty, f-ck is the odour at
talk but really ain’t bout it, bet’ not get it into that
speak dotts, we sendin’ shots
come where your mommy at
bikes all on the front porch
shoot where your brother at
[?] we really movin’
f-ck the judge and the jury i think both them b-tches stupid
a couple racks what’s that, i been [?] blew itr
everybody silent ‘til they tried and now they know who shootin’
my n-gg-s reckless takin’ necklace, hit the hood and sell it
[?]
lean addict poured a four, took the p-ss and smelled it
tryna ride, take your pride i guarantee you failed it

[verse 3: bandgang paid will]
cookie flew in, not grew in
b-tch come and cop a couple heavyweighted in
just in case you wanna cop a bundle
trappin’ outta auntie crib
had to get away from hubble
if i woulda kept sh-t goin’ i would had been in trouble
hit your state then switch it up
that money call i pick it up
your hoe want me to pick her up
f-ck her good then stuff her up
stuff the cookie in the blunt
money crammed all in my jeans
on the 6 off a 7, d-mn i’m always sippin’ lean
no time for these b-tches they be playin’ too much
f-ck around and broke the scale i done weighed too much
can’t even go back to the crib, got that b-tch hot as f-ck
you can smell it down the street you know that sh-t loud as f-ck, n-gg-

- bandgang masoe

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