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letra de hurry - big mali

[chorus]
runnin’ to the bag, you know i’m in a hurry (in a hurry)
and i got a mopstick hangin’ out my thirty (out my thirty)
aim it at his back, you know i shoot like curry (i shoot like curry)
you hurt me f-ckin’ with my migo, know i do you dirty (you know)
runnin’ to the bag, you know i’m in a hurry (in a hurry)
and i got a mopstick hangin’ out my thirty (out my thirty)
aim it at his back, you know i shoot like curry (i shoot like curry)
you hurt me f-ckin’ with my migo, know i do you dirty (you know)

[verse 1]
aim it at his back, you know i do him dirty (dirty)
i got that mopstick out my clip, you know it’s shootin’ thirty (thirty)
and off that lean, man i go crazy, know my vison blurry (it’s blurry)
i do two hundred in the coupe so you know that i’m swervin’
it’s no days off on the way to that bag now (to that bag now)
i see that i got all these b-tches mad now (yeah they mad now)
and all my ex n-ggas goin’ out sad now (they goin’ sad now)
if it’s a problem then you know we bring the mac’s out (i got the mac’s out)
what that stack ’bout? tell me what that stack ’bout? (yeah)
poppin’ sh-t on ig, when i see you, better act out (yeah)
i shoot all your mans down (yeah), baddest b-tch around town (i am)
drumstick, it be boomin’, make her think it was surround sound
your money big b-tch, you know that mine bigger (it is)
i ain’t made it yet but you know i’m touchin’ figures (i am)
b-tch don’t put the stick up (don’t do it)
thuggin’ all on twitter (stop it)
please come get your n-gga (for real)
he keep blowin’ my sh-t up (uh)

[verse 2]
i thought i told you it was over, what’s the problem b-tch? (what’s the issue?)
i’m ’bout that thirty clappin’, action, ain’t no arguin’ (it’s miss you)
it’s 2018, b-tch already causin’ sh-t (huh?)
and you grown as f-ck, not no kid in kindergarten (you not)
drumstick make her think it was surround sound (huh?)
’til i whip b-tch out, knock the whole town down (yeah)
hanging in the city, how saddity with the biddies in the bentley
if i slide then you know i’m shootin’ mart off (goes boom)
blue beam on a n-gga if he talk sh-t (it is)
have her head knocked off, try to pop sh-t
give a f-ck ’bout nan’ n-gga or b-tch
pull up to the scene with the gleam, tell him twerk sh-t
let it blow, perfect aim like i’m kilroy (kilroy)
don’t trust no n-gga, you’ll squeal boy (you’ll squeal boy)
i got the bag in the back of the h-llcat
money grew strong like i put it on steroids (steroids)
you a broke -ss b-tch, shop on sale boy (sale boy)
and my brother always made bail boy (always)
and it’s 2018, extorting these b-tches all year
you could call me their landlord (yeah)
had to run it up for mama og (i did)
kickin’ down doors at the age of 13 (i was)
headed to the bag, money callin’ on me (brrt)
and i got it out the mud, now it’s diamonds on me (yeah)

[outro]
do you dirty
and you know my mopstick hangin’ out my thirty
f-ckin’ with my migo, know i do you dirty
hah

- big mali

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