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letra de fukk 12 - bigalow da hotshot

(chorus)
12 got me swole i’m ina back of the truck
i know i, burnt a couple cops some more was backing them up
i watched my dreams fade away and they just laughing it up
called my tuition evidence and they started wrapping it up
i can’t stop rapping enough, but i’m trapping bagging it up
still tryna get up out the state instead they packing me up
the d’s praying i’m in jail and the cops just dapping them up
but if that gun was in my hand than i’d be clapping them up

(verse 1)
ask me how i feel, sh-t i feel deeper than dirt
i see the look inside they eyes they want me deep in the earth
i’m tired of hearing momma cry, ducking the casket or he-rs-
just heaven gates for all them n-ggas who was plotting to hurt
man i was plotting on millions, you n-ggas plotting on perks
tryna impress the lil b-tches, like “which one popping it first”
you tryna cop a lil bottle i’m tryna cop a lil work
you tryna pop a lil bottle im tryna serve me a bird
tell me god do you see me here ?!
no i ain’t ducking the church
and i never k!lled a fein if he seen me on the first
you know i only f-ck w green cause dee od’d of the vert
when liquor flowing through my spleen i beat the beat up the worst
and i can’t, watch my lil sister if i’m stuck in the cell
i keep on, running from 12 i f-ck a check up on bail
i know they, want me to lose they hoping ion prevail
fingers up , screaming f-kk 12 i hope the cops go to h-ll

(chorus 2)

12 got me swole i’m ina back of the truck
i know i, burnt a couple cops some more was backing them up
i watched my dreams fade away and they just laughing it up
called my tuition evidence and they started wrapping it up
i can’t stop rapping enough, but i’m trapping bagging it up
still tryna get up out the state instead they packing me up
and jason f-ck you, you a f-ggot i ain’t ratting or none
no i can’t talk to the cops, boy i’ll die for my block

(verse 2)
asking questions like, “you be here?”
man i ain’t telling you sh-t
f-ck i look like telling you this and i ain’t telling my b-tch
call my lawyer got something for you, bond w bella and sh-t
n-ggas oinking n-ggas informants b-tch i smell me a pig
b-tch you bogus b-tch you a boagie and i’m smelling the cig
f-ck the police them n-ggas know me and they slow as a b-tch
n-ggas joe me they try to bro me n-ggas hoes ina mix
santiago boy you a waffle and you soft as a b-tch
n-ggas telling, they set me up than tried to cop me a 5th
n-ggas ellen they switching genders how the cops on my d-ck
i ain’t feeling the way they said i got a spot in the pin
tell them n-ggas i’m not a gangsta i’m just hot with the pen
b-tch it’s the block and ain’t no spots so b-tch you not getting in (x7)

- bigalow da hotshot

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