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letra de whole party - bandgang

[intro]
(i wanna try)

[chorus]
we don’t tip and they don’t tip, let’s get it crackin’
ain’t on sh-t, we got them sticks, them n-ggas lackin’
brought them clips for extended sh-t, we pistol packin’
can’t shoot up this whole party, we catch them in traffic
can’t shoot up this whole party, we catch them in traffic
can’t shoot up this whole party, we catch them in traffic
we don’t tip and they don’t tip, let’s get it crackin’
ain’t on sh-t, we got them sticks, them n-ggas lackin’

[verse]
i’ll go crazy on these n-ggas
blow paper on these b-tches
got blue benjies in my pocket, b-tch, you know that sh-t came with me
p-ssy n-ggas pocket watchin’, see, this chain cost me your image
got big chunks all in the buffies, these b-tches cost me a bentley
four hundred on my shoes, boy, these b-tches cost me a rental
better not touch ’em, better not scuff ’em, that sh-t’ll just get you riddled
and now your family gon’ miss you, that sh-t’ll just be so pitiful
now i gotta come up with a reason i got rid of you (so cold)
i’m screamin’, “free my n-ggas and rest in peace my n-ggas’ dome”
hope they give them boys a release date, i know they comin’ home
blowed as h-ll off this patrón and got me in this zone
free my n-gga rolls, we made them bands together, free my bro
not only that, b-tch, that’s my cousin’, them a dime a dozen
remember rammin’ freaky hoes, can’t f-ck without the rubber
don’t ask me if i got my sh-t, b-tch, call me danny glover
don’t ask if we got that strip, b-tch, we must bust each other (baow)
i’m on my fourth bag, you on your fourth blunt
imagine what i sold today, that sh-t’ll have a n-gga stuck
i’m chillin’, sittin’, thinkin’ ways to get it up
run up on a p-ssy with that strap, tellin’ like b-tch, give it up
[chorus]
we don’t tip and they don’t tip, let’s get it crackin’
ain’t on sh-t, we got them sticks, them n-ggas lackin’
brought them clips for extended sh-t, we pistol packin’
can’t shoot up this whole party, we catch them in traffic
can’t shoot up this whole party, we catch them in traffic
can’t shoot up this whole party, we catch them in traffic
we don’t tip and they don’t tip, let’s get it crackin’
ain’t on sh-t, we got them sticks, them n-ggas lackin’

[outro]
(i wanna try)

- bandgang

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