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letra de pulpit - bc jroc

[intro]
y’all n-ggas know how i get, don’t put me in sh-t
got some lil’ n-ggas that ain’t gon’ go to sleep ’bout me, bro
i’m talkin’ ’bout spinnin’ day and night, day and night
y’all n-ggas better leave me out that sh-t, bro
as long as y’all don’t play with my young n-gga, we straight
nah, for real (only1frenzy)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i’m back on my bullsh-t
them young n-ggas ridin’ with me in that foreign, that glizzy, the switch in the four clip
i can baptize ’em quick to the pulpit
n-gga talkin’ too much, you can’t fool sh-t
i was geeked on the drank in the back of that double-r, west coast, she said i was droolin’
if we run to the opps, then i’m tellin’ lil’ demon to hop out and make him a movie
we make him fox 5 when we news it
we give ’em all gas, no cruisin’
that drac’ got a stutter, i’m callin’ it ruby
you say that you wanna be gang, n-gga, prove it
i got ice on my neck, i got ice on my wrist
shawty told him to bring me the cooler
got a play on the way, tell him go to kirkwood, when i pull up, it’s just me and shooter

[verse]
play on the way, say he tryna compare
if we get it today, we gon’ sell it today
i know some lil’ n-ggas’ii pinch out your pack when you turnin’ your back, so they’ll never be straight
got a bad lil’ b-tch, she be holdin’ the bl!ck and she kinda resemblin’ lisa rae
mama said, “son, you’ll never be happy,” i’m seein’ it in you, your need for cake
boy, i remember them days on the block i couldn’t get me no food, i just needed a plate
now we pull up, everybody got water, the opps lookin’ sad when we leavin’ the race
shawty gon’ tell, i can see it in his face
kicked my b-tch to the curb ’cause she needed some sp-ce
make sure that money for sure and you straight
man, you gotta be patient, this sh-t ain’t no race
[chorus]
i’m back on my bullsh-t
them young n-ggas ridin’ with me in that foreign, that glizzy, the switch in the four clip
i can baptize ’em quick to the pulpit
n-gga talkin’ too much, you can’t fool sh-t
i was geeked on the drank in the back of that double-r, west coast, she said i was droolin’
if we run to the opps, then i’m tellin’ lil’ demon to hop out and make him a movie
we make him fox 5 when we news it
we give ’em all gas, no cruisin’
that drac’ got a stutter, i’m callin’ it ruby
you say that you wanna be gang, n-gga, prove it
i got ice on my neck, i got ice on my wrist
shawty told him to bring me the cooler
got a play on the way, tell him go to kirkwood, when i pull up, it’s just me and shooter

- bc jroc

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