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letra de if pac was from chiraq - bigkaybeezy

[intro]
(leeboy, you on the track)
uh, uh
frrt, uh, uh
(jtk)
feds on a sweep, and i-, uh (grrt, baow)
switchy on that b-tch and i get busy, i’m like-

[chorus]
look, if pac was from chiraq, he be off the .9
five glocks in the back of the hatch-back ridin’ with a shh, tryna electric slide
in the bushes tryna collect some lives
don’t push me, p-ssy, you might get stretched or some’
we ridin’ with tecs and nines
now it’s blood on my hoodie, you a dread head actor just like whoopi
[verse 1]
and i’m more than a rapper, but we ain’t gon’ get into that ’cause the feds on the ‘net tryna book me
and the opps can’t even act likе they ever could whoop mе
before we had straps, we would bully the bullies
smoking opps by the pack, this sh-t hitting like zookies, uh
shorty, i’m misunderstood
when i go back to the ‘raq, lil’ bro, don’t hand me the fully’s unless it’s the new baby drac’ with the wood
she gave me face and she rolled me a ‘wood, uh
and i gave her the wood
she told me, “bae, let me know when you nut”
i said, “you finna hate me, i already came, is you good?”
she said, “baby, i’m good”
i’m switching lanes in a whole ‘nother hood
and i’m letting it bang in a whole ‘nother hood
if he reach for my chain, put his brains on the hood

[verse 2]
and i’m bangin’ the jakes from wherever i took it
made a whole 100k in the a like boogie
ebk dropping racks, i can change the way, if you get in my face, i’m buggin’
social bucks and lil’ breezy my shorty
i’m forever on go behind my lil’ buddy
and i’m upping the score if they tell me to up it
uh, n-gga, that’s end of discussion
red beam on the sights, he blushing
and we doing the race on the jakes, it’s nothin’
and we gettin’ away like harriet tubman
baby, i’m back, but hand me the onion, uh
and hand me them funion’s, i’ve been in the back seat rollin’ them bundles up
i just poured codeine in my two liter, think my cup was drunk
he ain’t no demon, i just seen that boy got bubble guts
you n-ggas over sweet, krispy kreme, can’t be one of us
they see infra-red beams and flee the scene, they run from us
they said getting robbed come with the streets, n-ggas ain’t took enough from us
[chorus]
look, if pac was from chiraq, he be off the .9
five glocks in the back of the hatch-back ridin’ with a shh, tryna electric slide
in the bushes tryna collect some lives
don’t push me, p-ssy, you might get stretched or some’
we ridin’ with tecs and nines
now it’s blood on my hoodie, you a dread head actor just like whoopi

- bigkaybeezy

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