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letra de pressed allegation - big30

[verse 1: big30]
man, this sh-t here crazy, stupid b-tches say we k!lled my n-gga
say they caught him slippin’ in south memphis, i was somewhere sickin’
know how we get down and how we kick it, facts, you know the business
had some ups and downs, they upped some guns, this sh-t got kind of wicked
now i’m out in traffic by myself, i don’t know who to trust
this glock got my back, draco with me, clutchin’ on every truck
i’ma keep on smashin’, keep your name alive and post you up
b-tches wanna f-ck ’cause i’m above my feelings in my nuts
swervin’ through the city in this scat, i got ’bout fifty on me
opps tryna sic b-tches on me, carbine, it got ’bout sixty on it
ever since i lost tadoe, been creepin’ with the kitchen homies
cold-heartеd, crippin’ like i’m gunna, b-tch, i’m drippin’ on ’em
trappin’ out a vacant with no neighbors, tryna gеt it in
.357 came with eight shots, i’m tryna let off ten
the plug say he gon’ stop sending the bows, we keep stressin’ his friend
well, little do he know, his ass next soon as we meet again
jason hit my phone like, “they just booked me for ’bout twenty racks”
chop that sh-t in half, send off a ten, he send me twenty back
the streets say we got ether, keep on droppin’, this sh-t here like crack
and we the ones who started slimin’ out with choppers in the scat (blrrd)
i know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right
three to the chest, one to the neck, i bet that boy don’t heal right
i keep poppin’ all these pills ’cause i like what it feel like
and don’t think that i’m slippin’, try your luck, you gon’ get k!lled twice
[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
i thought a n-gga who watch what i do
but he can’t get his b-tch back said somethin’ (tough)
is it true that he postin’ another n-gga money?
probably, i don’t put that past him (maybe so)
i thought a ho that be speakin’ on me
but be f-ckin’ a broke n-gga said somethin’ (listen)
hol’ up, lil’ b-tch, get a n-gga that’s lit
i’m the whole loaf, he the breadcrumbs (go)
rappers with their mixed feelings (what?)
i ain’t f-ckin’ with ’em (nope)
like a richard mille, let me know what time it is
bagg, where the runtz at? (huh?) know you got it on you ‘
‘posed to be smell-proof, bussin’ out the vacuum seal
these n-ggas lil’ boys, childish, fisher price
confident, i’m not c-cky, so get it right
she bendin’ over, but i want some head first
i don’t even wanna know what the p-ssy like
trippin’ too close to fallin’, so i’m ballin’
it’s crazy, my opp got shot but i ain’t call it (sike, slow up)
i come around, n-ggas gon’ put they ho up
these b-tches stay on my channel, yeah
must’ve seen me on tv, yeah
it took me six hours to count a mil’ exactly, i’m accurate with the cheese, yeah (big bagg)

[chorus: quavo]
new strips came out the blues (cash)
new drip, i’ll give a b-tch the blues (blues)
we put a price on you (price)
we uppin’ the price on the jewels (ice)
leave a b-tch guessin’ (guessin’)
we the one pullin’ up pressin’ (pressin’)
hundred million in the section (section)
lil’ bitty b-tch missed her blessin’ (blessin’)
new strips came out the blues (cash)
new drip, i’ll give a b-tch the blues (blues)
we put a price on you (price)
we uppin’ the price on the jewels (ice)
leave a b-tch guessin’ (guessin’)
we the one pullin’ up pressin’ (pressin’)
hundred million in the section (section)
lil’ bitty b-tch missed her blessin’ (blessin’)

- big30

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