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letra de 730 freestyle - big homiie g

[intro]
how i feel, how i feel and i know it
some gangster ass sh-t in this motherf-cker, come ask me
yeah
woah
psh, i like, i like the build-up on this motherf-cker
you know i’m finna talk some sh-t on it (got yung k33 up on the keys)
woah

[verse]
i don’t even like these n-ggas (n-ggas), i don’t even like my b-tch (nah)
i just blew a couple racks in louis, i just be buyin’ sh-t (buyin’ sh-t)
whenever the ho with me she get to tryin’ sh-t (ooh)
don’t try nothin’ frisky, this 10 milli’ get the firin’ quick (baow, baow)
don’t stare too hard at my wrists, this ap blind sh-t (blind sh-t)
i just went lil’ buckle with my cheese, ham sandwich (woah)
i’ll never switch up on some n-ggas that i came with
me and bro slept on the floor together, who i came with
big body benz with the turbo engine (skrrt), watch me lane switch (vroom, vroom)
i’m in the ‘yami eatin’ carrot, chicken with a haitian b-tch (hatitan, ooh)
baby mama text me, said i make her sick (ugh), i reply, “i don’t give no f-ck, i’m made for this sh-t” (woah)
i don’t care what it cost, we want all the d-mn tris (all the d-mn—)
we drove from a to z with ‘bows, we took all the d-mn risks (all the d-mn—)
we go everywhere with guns and sticks, don’t care nothin’ ’bout no diss (nah)
say the wrong thing, i’ll send a bomb, mail a blitz (woah)
got a passion for this fashion, i stay in the latest sh-t (woah)
these no regular shorts i got on, this rick owen sh-t (owen)
my kids get whatever they want, they was born rich (born)
hmm, i like how she suck it, how she make her tongue twist (ugh)
i’m gettin’ head right now in this booth, i can’t make a diss
i barely listen to rappers, why? they like to make up sh-t (woah)
hmm, they say that i fell off, how? i’m right back poppin’ sh-t (poppin’ it)
i just took a break, i had to shake up ’bout some sh-t (had to shake up ’bout some sh-t)
woah, you might catch me ridin’ dolo ’cause these n-ggas counterfeit (they fake)
you might catch me ridin’ dolo, strap, i’m quick to up this b-tch (baow)
they be prayin’ on my downfall (fall), can’t wait to see me on my d-ck (woah)
they thought i was dead, i’m back active ’round this b-tch, let’s go (let’s go)

- big homiie g

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