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letra de preach - big yavo

[intro]
[sh-t might get too gangster for a church though]

[verse 1]
if we talking paper and some peas then i got some
if you catch [?] saying then this is my song
tell a b-tch she can’t be all in my business, she ain’t got one
if it’s a draco ar carbon glock then i done shot one
that sh-t crazy i remember i was broke carrying up on weed
now you probably think i’m with [?] riding around with peas
that b-tch ain’t used to look my way, i got her on her knees
man i got me c-ck on this b-tch she definitely out my league
plants in me bags and i punch em i feel like ali
i have 20 dollars [?] stuff a 20 in my jeans
on a paper wrap a got a glock the car ain’t got no key
you know ye be clean, i’m a king, but i drip mcqueen

[verse 2]
i said speed it up this sh-t get foul artist not a rapper
dealer boy they checkin’ backwards, shooter step like kappas
[?] but just pulled up out of casa
shoutout [?] this a coup [?] like soup
who step on sh-t like boots and you know i need some steel toes
think i’m [?] with strippers we hoppin out with real poles
playing one of my shows, get shot while wearing my real clothes
my money, my family, my chain that y’all k!ll for
i said f-ck off they real boat
[?] though
clock came with a 50 catch [?] op his ass [?]
syrup all in my orange juice
i’m up early like french toast
serving beans like pintos, i just told your hoe to bend over
if she wanna opp then she woulda been over
why everybody charging 2 lanes i can’t get over
order some dior, hoes hot, i spent your rent on it
feel like you movin funny, that lil b-tch she ain’t gon get closer
[verse 3]
chopper got a telescope
my young n-gga been selling dope
my young n-gga been selling coke
my young n-gga been having b-lls
one car we hit the road
to drive out and drive back
25 out 25 back
ran out the house with 5 [?]
you do the math, that’s 5 [?]
if you slide on you better slide back
lock up all the snitches who just don’t give out the gossip
[?] pull out my d-ck i bet she’d ride that
my shooter got a glock ten but he knock them out for nothing
you see the breeze i ran through nothing
if you see me[?]
i like talking sh-t [?] n-ggas
[?] sweet i’m smoking sour patch
i ‘bout my cheese in the club clutchin’ a big mac
[?] spend this sh-t the same [?] little boy done had his sh-t packed
d-mn

- big yavo

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