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letra de bhc n****s - bbcapone

[intro]

ayyyye huh? bhc yea
(bhc 283 aye aye) yea yea (bhc aye!) yeah

(wax) {pre-verse}

last n-gga tried bro (huh?) hit him right behind his head (good lord)
smoking on that f-ck n-gga , (aye)
now what kinda pack is this? (that it’s)
bulletproof the whip
it don’t matter we gone blow the b-tch (boom boom)
took off on that b-tch, yeah she thick but she can’t suck a d-ck
spend it on the cl!ck you a trick you spent it on a b-tch (good lord)
spend on my wrist imma flex watch out for the drip (i swear)
pull up on yo strip with that draco finna slide with this (d-mn,d-mn)
free my bro they ain’t giving statements, we just wait and sit
(bhc aye)

(wax) {verse}

i can’t lie i can tell you scared see it in yo eyes (good lord)
henny when i drive smoking drinking and pistol by-myside
staking out by this n-gga house incase he come outside
wonder why all my n-ggas cray? see it in they eye
is you high? b-tch i’m rollin hard i can’t even lie (good lord)
what you doing with that plug? do really go and buy? (no) (aye)
put a shooter on the roof just wait here if they slide
in the bush with a stick cause the drum hard to hide (boom)
went in cheated on this b-tch she found out in she cried (swear)
but the b-tch can suck a duck and she always need a ride(woo,woo)
i was always in them streets you ain’t never come outside
and if you think you cut like me? you a m-th- f-ckin lie!
walk pass trynna bump me you can m-th- f-ckin try (b-tch)
trynna go where i been? you gone have to learn to fly
trynna lurk where i’m at? you must really wanna die
she been calling me all day she must wanna hear a lie (aye d-mn)
do he got some hi-tech? if he do that’s my guy
cause the purp ain’t the same i be cool with a line
if you owe me n ain’t pay me i knock the shoes off yo guy
(boom boom)
and the tool with stick let’s go catch a homicide (homicideee)
(yea yea) let’s go catch a homicide throw the stick out the roof
(let’s go catch a homicideeee)
(bbcapone) [hook]

f-ck all them n-ggas (aye,aye)
cause i’m down for my n-ggas (aye)
imma ride for my n-ggas (aye)
f-ck all them n-ggas
(bhc aye)

(bbcapone) {verse}

f-ck all these n-ggas
imma ride for my n-ggas (d-mn)
if you slide with them n-ggas
you gone die with them n-gga! (boom boooooom)
real g sh-t i”ll slap 5 outta n-gga
on-site me a n-gga, take a life from a n-gga
big old ass rifle i”ll snipe me a n-gga (good lord)
he ain’t hit the barbershop got a high-top fade
n-ggas cuffin these hoes that’s lowkey jayys
knock the chip off yo shoulder f-ck frito-lays
catch ‘‘em online and he talkin big sh-t (b-tch)
catch ‘em out in-traffic and he scary asa b-tch
treat him like a vine, give him 30-shot clips
i be real-life really trynna murda some sh-t
scene full of sh-lls like some baby turtles in sh-t (d-mn)(good lord)
burn a p-ssy n-gga! i ain’t talkin hurt when u p-ss
like u play for greenbay put a g on yo head (b-tch)
like any f-ckin time, n-gga any f-ckin where
bhc is the gang that i live by ( i swear i swear)
if you disrespect us it’s a must we slide
we gone sit and watch a n-gga like, days of are life
then wave them bullets at you like, hey n-gga by
f-ck that i’m jumpin out with that k n-gga die!
(aye d-mn)
imma stand over n-ggas like a slave when they lie! (d-mn)
knock a n-gga fro off, toupee for that guy
make him take a couple shots no dusay for that guy (good lord)
(aye) no dusay for that guy he gon
he gon ride then that n-gga gon hide (you a b-tch)
aye no dusay for that guy
n-ggas say they gone ride but they really gon (bhc aye)
n-ggas hoes!
who want war with a shotta? (good lord)
shot at yo momma! b-tch slap yo grandma! (b-tch)
n-ggas be thirsty, like who wants a fanta
come in yo crib when you sleep like i’m santa (santa)
(aye) then slap the f-ck out a yo b-tch ass
(shut yo b-tch ass up n-gga)
then wish a n-gga would like baby drew said
(bbcapone) [hook]

f-ck all these n-ggas
imma ride for my n-ggas
imma die for my n-ggas
bhc n-ggas (aye)

- bbcapone

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