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letra de june 7th - big homiie g

[intro]
(gimmiethecash)
tp over there f-cked up off that—
man, what you smokin’, n-gga?
the dead (the dead came)
you smokin’ the dead? (hand me the strand)
woah (woah)

[chorus]
you can’t see my sh-t, it’s froze (ice, ice)
i want out with all these messy hoes (bye)
made a bankroll off some shows
got nothin’ but choppers on the road (grrt)
i know my young n-ggas on go (go), i know my young n-ggas gon’ score
so unless they drop the window (grrt), give shots out the benzo (grrt)
give shots out the v ‘lac (grrt), why y’all k!ll him? he lacked (ooh)
what you scared? relax (relax), is he dead? that’s facts (facts)
i remember i wasn’t drinkin’, now that tris taste like some act’ (ooh)

[verse]
playin’ with my name, that sh-t come with some shots and a k (baow, baow)
my lil’ b-tch suck d-ck so good, this ho think he is her man (ooh)
i went dropped some racks to g.o, told him cut up my cash (cut up)
i got more money than you, n-gga, that’s why you went bad (bad)
keep on talkin’ down, i’ll f-ck around (ugh), fly your b-tch to paris (phew)
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, but i f-ck with n-ggas, free larry
man, you say it ain’t no smoke with me, but still tryna sneak me (huh?)
f-ck around, get your ass k!lled with all that muggin’ and reachin’ (yeah)
they say i preach like a deacon, i listen more than i speak (ooh)
they think it’s sweet when i’m by myself (what?), but that’s when i tweak (tweakin’)
i keep a fully on me just incase someone wanna harm me (harm me)
so many guns while i sleep (grrt, grrt) that you would think i joined the army (grrt, the army)
i’ma keep one tucked and keep one up just incase they run up (grrt)
so many shots on me, you would have to put this sh-t you shootin’ up (put it up)
and i’ll whack a n-gga soul, but you don’t wanna see me when i boot up (ooh)
if it’s war with me, then let it be, my n-gga, suit up
[chorus]
you can’t see my sh-t, it’s froze (ice, ice)
i want out with all these messy hoes (bye)
made a bankroll off some shows
got nothin’ but choppers on the road (grrt)
i know my young n-ggas on go (go), i know my young n-ggas gon’ score
so unless they drop the window, give shots out the benzo (grrt)
give shots out the v ‘lac (grrt), why y’all k!ll him? he lacked (ooh)
what you scared? relax (relax), is he dead? that’s facts (facts)
i remember i wasn’t drinkin’, now that tris taste like some act’ (mm)

- big homiie g

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