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letra de hangtime - big jon da don & 7endo

[intro: big jon da don]
yeah
mob
don

[chorus: big jon da don]
if you ain’t talkin’ pape’, get the f-ck out my way
get the f-ck out my way, get the f-ck out my way
if you diss on the mob, then your ass better pray
.223s, we gon’ spray, yeah, we strapped every day
got white for the low, i call that tina fey
yeah, that money’s my bae, so, lil’ b-tch, stay away, hah
[verse 1: 7endo]
i walk in dripped head to toe with my chin up
a full double cup, hopin’ i don’t get the hiccups
iceberg wrist on me, yeah, i got my bread up
i’m feedin’ my whole team, yeah, my opps are really fed up
had to tony hawk just to get mine
b-tches used to curve me ’til that money made ’em realize
that boy is not a game, he be tearin’ up the feline
between the v line
dunkin’ in that p-ssy, rewind
hit it from the behind
couple chains on me, diamonds lookin’ splendid, ayy (yeah)
diamond testers always question when i’m spendin’, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
so much drive, remember license was suspended ayy (you dig?)
enjoy the views, my windows ain’t even tinted, ayy (nah)
i been dodgin’ faces, feelin’ like the matrix
i pull up to the scene, i give these hoes a brand new facelift
if n-ggas f-ck with me, i guess my puns’ll become racist
i don’t got the time to kick it with you f-ck boys like some asics

[chorus: big jon da don & babyfxce e]
if you ain’t talkin’ pape’, get the f-ck out my way
get the f-ck out my way, get the f-ck out my way (b-tch)
if you diss on the mob, then your ass better pray
.223s, we gon’ spray, yeah, we strapped any day (yeah)
got white on the low, i call that tina fey (it’s with an x, n-gga)
yeah, that money’s my bae, so, lil’ b-tch, stay away (fxce)
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
think my phone tapped, so you gotta play safe
instead of gettin’ pounds, i just say i’m gainin’ weight
my phone just rang, i just missed another play
stop blowin’ up my phone, y’all n-ggas f-ckin’ wait
stay up late workin’ and wake up early to work again
ain’t got time to sleep, eyes gotta be open to count these m’s
count m’s, n-gga
my gang gettin’ paper, my friends different
georgia pie, runtz cake, my strands different
three-fifty on the tag, my pants different
what you sayin’, n-gga?
gettin’ plays in h-lla states, my fans different
got lens on the drac’, my cam different
i got a new ton of ‘bows, my cam different
that’s the quarterback
i got real slimes, man, i’m sure of that
they’ll fap you down if i order that
give me twenty-five for a quarter pack

[verse 3: big jon da don]
big bustdown, i’ma run it back
like barry sanders, i’m a running back
put fxce on this, y’all wanted that
like crissi said, i need a rack
[chorus: big jon da don]
if you ain’t talkin’ pape’, get the f-ck out my way
get the f-ck out my way, get the f-ck out my way
if you diss on the mob, then your ass better pray
.223s, we gon’ spray, yeah, we strapped every day
got white on the low, i call that tina fey
yeah, that money’s my bae, so, lil’ b-tch, stay away, don

- big jon da don 7endo

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