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letra de we got it - bandgang masoe

[intro]
southside sh-t

[verse 1: damedot]
ayy, wet a n-gg- up for some sh-t off the ‘net
real stingray ‘vette, she hit me with the neck
so much fish, gotta catch it with a net
i get her toes done, then i nut on her select
a hundred pressed grams when i take it off the wrap
two thousand if i rap
two thousand on your scalp if i feel like you a threat
i’ma make you take a nap
i’m the number one n-gg- in the city, that’s a fact
damedot bougie, i don’t f-ck with hoes with naps
you sittin’ on the work, p-ssy, i’ll buy it back
you say your spot doin’ that, then n-gg-, buy a pack
you can buy a clean or you can buy a smack
you still gettin’ taxed
i don’t let sh-t slide, you still gettin’ whacked
i gave some sauce to lil’ bro and monte gave it back
i ain’t want the n-gg- b-tch no more, i gave her back, p-ssy

[verse 2: bandgang masoe]
f-ck with me, we been hand it
denver dropped thirty-two lines, man, the sh-t was magic
yeah, lean addict, touch me and it’s tragic
like a tv with no cable, we ’bout all static
if he ain’t die, he sh-t baggin’ or that goal pack him
rose brung a quarter back and the feds sacked him
different color money in like we lego stackin’
none of my b-tches at the crib, they out of town trappin’
pounds in, how you want it, n-gg-? paper, plastic?
soon as they gone, now i’m on, gettin’ draped in fashion
threw the b-tch to damedot, told him he can have it
say she wanna spend some money, b-tch, cap on rappin’
n-gg-s say they on my head, keep wishin’ that happen
what, you n-gg-s need a bag? you starvin’? you fastin’?
in the streets with a glock, seatbelt unfastened
anybody want anything, i’m out here in traffic

[verse 3: beno]
talkin’ ’bout a light thirty, boy, quit braggin’
i done f-cked around, blew that last year
lil’ bro said, “d-mn, she the baddest”
i just wanna know if she tatted
i just wanna see if she ratted
baby, this a foreign automatic
she whispered in my ear, said can she have it?
i whispered in her her ear, said can i stab it?
that -ss look fat, b-tch, let me grab it
engine in the trunk, b-tch, this a mashin’
switch up whips then i stash it
beat a b-tch -ss like i’m fab-in’

[outro]
southside sh-t

- bandgang masoe

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