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letra de on god - big yavo

[intro]
lets go
(im the hardest young n-gga)
my whole team gunna ride
(this just how i feel)
aye, on god
(nd’ you wanna get offended)
(lets go)
this ain’t no cap, ain’t no facade

[verse 1]
f-ck the meet at the crib, never said i was the hardest
stop comparin’ me to rap n-ggas, b-tch imma artist
know some n-ggas in the feds, can’t even finish what they started
keep my mop like uh janitor, the sh-t like the target
by my fam life, feuds step good, still harden
havin’ (?) and drank like (?) imma target
havin’ birds got fell, cuz i fly, im the (?)
and if she don’t ask for sh-t imma (?) on gang
b-tches on my d-ck back then, i ain’t write back
b-tch im the sh-t, where the wipes at, aye
they ain’t about the sh-t that they talk, they just type that
caught uh opp, slapped his hat, he ain’t fight back, aye
sipped a good drank, big cup sh-t, gon’ lean
stay with my stick, never lonely, aye
i catch a opp, touch him up like uh phone screen
i f-ck yo b-tch with my homies, gang
[chorus]
ain’t you on average sh-t?
take home a shopping spree, ion play game, no monopoly, aye
young black kid, but i still sell white sh-t
ride with my dog like mic vick, aye
aye i ride with my glock like my license
i get the pack, beat it up, mike tyson, aye
im the one, number two like lonzo, i keep a .9 like race round rondo

[verse 2]
they can’t be around gun, they felonies
they got a thick white b-tch named melony
nd’ her daddy the plug, nd’ he mailin’ it
i’m with the bro on the grounds, im sellin’ it
i ain’t got no opps, they irrelevent
aye if i do they dead, im in (?)
she give me good brain, b-tch she intelligent
too much bread brain. too much jealousy
aye
too much bread brain, too much hatred
nd’ her homeland wood like the patriots
throwin’ bullets, bet they die like the matrix
more bullets, more guns, like trace it, aye
im in the alley, catch a play like my first name
great theres a opp, nd’ he dead, wasted
(gang)
aye, walk on my sprinter, b-tch look like uh gun stoke, chopper keep sh-t ty quon do, on gang
[chorus]
ain’t you on average sh-t?
take home a shopping spree, ion play game, no monopoly, aye
young black kid, but i still sell white sh-t
ride with my dog like mic vick, aye
aye i ride with my glock like my license
i get the pack, beat it up, mike tyson, aye
im the one, number two like lonzo, i keep a .9 like race round rondo

[outro]
(on gang)
(i really do this sh-t, lets go)
(im prolly, in the booth with yo hoe on gang)
(do it)
(skirt, skirt)

- big yavo

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