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letra de locksmith - big steff & chicken p

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[intro]
(alloutw4r)
(313 mafia)

[verse 1: big steff]
ayy, i run my g’s up, now this sh-t i’m doin’ far from average
i’m fresh out the kitchen, i just bust a bookie out the wrapper
and i was broke, now i’m havin’, i got all my b-tches braggin’
we put the phones in rotation, they think we in here playin’ madden
and i got trish, pai, and wock’ in the same cup
it’s big steff from 64th, remember me from buyin’ double up?
and i’ma stand on they ass, they know we up, they can’t f-ck with us
and i can’t hit ’em all, i pass hoes off like let my brother f-ck
ayy, rich n-gga, they got me feeling c-cky, i’ma stand on all ten
f-ckin’ with that puppy chow, i had to let my dog in
and i don’t care who take the shot, just makе sure we all win
and i been booked up on thеm shows, but i still got dog in

[verse 2: chicken p]
down bad, on my knees, on my knuckles, i was crawlin’
show for show, feat’ for feat’, alopecia, b-tch, i’m ballin’
couldn’t find no drank, early morning, in my beater on the toilet
no trip tonight, i’m pourin’ pint, bro, just be there to record it
bad lil’ b-tch, what sk!lla say? you gorgeous
my ice on this chest, i be done got frostbit
this month, i spent a fifty and bought two enforcement
i’m ridin’ with a baby, put this baby in a c-rs-at
mm, bimmer, audi, benz, my driveway like a car meet
i couldn’t find no trish, my n-gga, this a par pink
mm, tried too expensive, my boy, you gotta start cheap
we outside with this sh-t, boy, this bag big as an rv
[verse 3: big steff]
ayy, my bag big as nikki parker, huh (this a big bag)
bendin’ through the south with good fent’, i got more heads than your favorite barber
ayy, it came soft, watch me get it harder
runnin’ through this book, i could’ve been an author (yeah)

[verse 4: chicken p]
hmm, i’m runnin’ with this bird, b-tch, i’m like an ostrich (b-tch, i’m like an ostrich)
hmm, i’m runnin’ to them ‘bows, they way down in compton (down in compton)
mm, i’ma beat that boy like that boy adopted
ayy, my n-gga, on that stove, i’m just like a locksmith (i’m just like a locksmith)

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