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letra de area 51 (remix) - bigkaybeezy

[intro: bigkaybeezy]
grrah (ayy, cr), baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
baow, baow, baow (grrah)
baow, baow, baow, baow, baow

[chorus: bigkaybeezy]
moon rock from outer sp-ce
new glock from out the state (baow, baow)
two shots will rock his face (brr, baow)
straight up pickpockets
takin’ sh-t straight out your pocket, ayy
my block a army base (gang)
this ain’t no normal place
we don’t tote normal dracs (grrah)

[verse 1: bigkaybeezy]
and i’m gon stay the same, don’t get popped through this baping ape (baow, baow)
can’t even trust your gang, might get you popped and take your place (brr, baow, baow)
we don’t go tit for tat (nah), we take down everything (yeah)
he think it’s tic-tac, his toe get tagged for playin’ games (gang, gang, gang)
this ain’t no bougie l!ck (nah), b-tch, this the perfect stain (yeah, yeah)
this a-n-gga filthy rich, let’s clean this sh-t, gеt everything (i need all that)
we hit his block and spray, hе better pray, that’s heavy rain (he better pray)
we make it hurricane (hurricane), somewhere it never rain
ayy, ayy
i can’t see me get no b-tch no wedding ring (nah, nah)
but i like mary jane, might marry every strain
she was with me through the pain (yeah), new bl!ck, that ruger thing (baow, baow, baow)
that b-tch gon’ boom somethin’ (graow), hit his shirt, remove the stains (brr, baow, baow, baow)
[chorus: bigkaybeezy & big yavo]
moon rock from outer sp-ce
new glock from out the state
two shots will rock his face (baow)
straight up pickpockets
takin’ sh-t straight out your pocket, ayy (ayy, cr, baow)
my block a army base (baow, baow)
this ain’t no normal place (nah)
we don’t tote normal dracs (ayy, grrah, baow, baow, baow)

[verse 2: big yavo]
new trackhawk off the lot (skrrt-skrrt)
say, 300 black i did fresh out the bronx (fresh out the bronx)
ayy, i asked a bae, “you gon’ suck me or not?” (are you gon’ do that)
ain’t got time to be f-ckin’ no thot if he playin’ his b-tch
they gon’ be rushin’ him out (woo)
[?] at the trap then i’m flushin’ ’em down (ok, ok)
b-tch, stop actin’ boujee, you f-ckin’ the town
ain’t a law for these freaks, they cuffin’ ’em down
she know i’m not buyin’, the b-tch is not bound
charge him twenty-six, paid a different amount
ayy, say, i won’t see me a drought
say, i hit that wood and create me some clouds (create me some clouds)
she ain’t wanna f-ck me when i was just down (crazy)
and now i’m back up, wanna come back around
say, “b-tch what the f-ck, do i look like a clown?”
i put my nut on her face and sent her ’bout her way (goodbye)
i won’t get in the booth, i ain’t made me a play
no dior today, just some dope boy j’s
same dope boy tee with the dope boy face
i won’t go back broke, there is just no way (uh)
i was just down bad, you gon’ be ok (for real)
i’m in my bag like frito-lay (nah, for real)
n-gga playin’ on tic like t-o-k (bah-bah-bah)
said, i was in school with z’s in my pocket, ain’t playin’, i’m poppin’ it (ok, ok)
[chorus: bigkaybeezy]
moon rock from outer sp-ce
new glock from out the state
two shots will rock his face (baow)
straight up pickpockets (uh, uh)
takin’ sh-t straight out your pocket, ayy (baow)
my block a army base (baow, baow)
this ain’t no normal place (nah)
we don’t tote normal dracs (grrah, baow, baow, baow, ayy, cr)

- bigkaybeezy

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