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letra de soul - bandgang masoe

[verse]
grind for this sh-t, n-gga, don’t whine for it
i know n-ggas that’s in the feds doin’ time for it
you notice a package on the porch, i ain’t gon’ sign for it
i need that big-face patek, yeah, b-tch, i’m comin’ for it
n-ggas never on they block, i think they runnin’ from it
i got my b-tch ballin’ on hoes like i’m pat summitt
i ain’t pourin’ up with you n-ggas, ain’t no match nothin’
sh-t done got too real in the field, we tryna score somethin’
pole clutch, toe touchin’, i know the sh-t i spit be so touching
but it’s facts, i ain’t just talkin’ like i know somethin’
my new b-tch, n-gga, want my old b-tch but she old honey
gave that p-ssy up to a lame, she ain’t got sh-t comin’
i done been up, down, won and lost somethin’, it’s good i learned from it
every n-gga said some sl!ck sh-t about gang got burnt for it
wherе was street n-ggas wearin’ purple jeans to thе grammys, not tom ford
f-ck you tellin’ for? you still gon’ get the top for it
i don’t get it, i never will
life’s a gamble, i’m off an eight behind the wheel
they get you in that room, you be singin’ like p.h. hill
could try to calm it down but the k!llers ain’t got no chill
been up for two days, i’m off that limitless pill
we rob, jugg, and move bags, we got limitless sk!ll
my brother keep 60 and we never signed no deal
out in huskyville servin’ fiends that look like dr. phil
can’t be slippin’, we too on point like a porcupine
bro and them done just went to catch somethin’ and it wasn’t no pokémon
you n-ggas got this sh-t on rookie, a bunch of dorky mons
these .556s, it go through heads, whips, b-tch and blind
how i’m doin’? better than you, sorry that you asked, clown
quick to let a ho know i ain’t her last clown
b-tch, you want who to ice you out? too much kash doll
we still got p’s in the drought, you still gettin’ bags caught, dummy
money

- bandgang masoe

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