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letra de rip hutch - bbykobe & g.t.

[intro: bbykobe]
n-gga, hold on, n-gga
uh, yeah

[chorus: bbykobe]
i’m on what my city on, i’m tryna bring that feeling home
don’t be actin’ brand new ’cause you got new titties on
n-gga, this ain’t no track team, why you take them sprinters home?
know the street gon’ love this ’cause i’m on what my city on

[verse 1: bbykobe]
n-gga, huh, iced out buffies, n-gga, r.i.p. to hutch
money talk around this way, a lot of you n-ggas need to hush
he won’t let his b-tch play none of my songs, ’cause we used to hunch
took your d-mn payment on the crib, blew that sh-t at lunch
she like, “kobe, i wanna see your plaque”, i’m like, “b-tch, which one?”
on the track, i swing for fences, a lot of you n-ggas need the blunt
i be meditating, but i’d still get you rolled to keep sh-t blunt
gucci chrome to keep my spirits strong, this music sh-t gеt bleeped
—– tryna play like i’m not nice, i was writin’ his vеrses during his peak
n-ggas get drunk and start talkin’ crazy, sober up, say they ain’t mean it
and it still ain’t no beef, just don’t ever think sh-t’s sweet, n-gga

[chorus: bbykobe]
huh, yeah
i’m on what my city on, i’m tryna bring that feeling home
don’t be actin’ brand new ’cause you got new titties on
n-gga, this ain’t no track team, why you take them sprinters home?
know the street gon’ love this ’cause i’m on what my city on
what we on then, n-gga? what we on then, n-gga?
what we on then, n-gga? what we on then, n-gga?
what we on then?
[verse 2: g.d.]
spent the mansion up at hutch, n-gga try to call my bluff
i park my sh-t right in the front, hasty bring me out a slush
we who put the city on, still putting these n-ggas on
showed you what type of hoes, even down to your cologne
you boys will get the super belt, love cubs put sh-t under
yo’ b-tch ain’t really sh-t to me, i might f-ck but never love her
man, this b-tch the bravest, wanna sit up like a f-cking hummer
watch these nude n-ggas tryna hang, they work for undercover
so much sh-t stuffed up in the spot, n-gga, call a plumber
in turks, n-gga, hoppin’ off the jet, i ain’t bring no luggage

[chorus: bbykobe]
yeah, i’m on what my city on, i’m tryna bring that feeling home
don’t be actin’ brand new ’cause you got new titties on
n-gga, this ain’t no track team, why you take them sprinters home?
know the street gon’ love this ’cause i’m on what my city on
what we on then, n-gga? what we on then, n-gga?
what we on then, n-gga? what we on then, n-gga?
what we on then?
what we on then?
what we on then?
what we on then?
what we on then?
b-tch!

- bbykobe g t

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