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letra de let's get it - blacc zacc

[intro: blacc zacc]
let’s get it
(tay global)
uh!
ceo, motherf-cker
hol’ up
(turn it up, trap)

[verse 1: blacc zacc]
if you talkin’ ’bout money, lil’ n-gga, let’s get it
i just sold a bow for eighteen-fifty
catch me in the kitchen remixin’ like diddy
get rich or die tryin’, curtis jack, no 50
quarterback the play just like tebow
quarterback the play, call me black romo
i ain’t never played sports, but i won a super bowl
i’m the king of the trap and the king of the four

[verse 2: fatt loc]
i’m with the king of the trap, n-gga, come and get a bow
vacuum sealed, get it packed, then you put it on the road
i got them racks in the hood feelin’ like i’m rylo
bubble bag for the cheap, i’ll juug you at the store
i tell lil’ bro watch the door
folks hit the spot, put the bags in the floor
if they come pick me up, i won’t stress, i got dough
and i’m bound to straight out just to run up some more
[verse 3: blacc zacc]
uh
thick spanish b-tch, call me [?]
if the p-ssy worth money, take you shoppin’, i’ll cop it
i ain’t trickin’ on a thot, spend the racks off the profit
we can go to 305, pent house on collins
i spent ten racks on a coat
chrome heart necklace protectin’ my soul
don’t ask how i got it, you know it’s from dope
ten room house, but my favorite spot the stove

[verse 4: fatt loc]
real trap n-gga, ‘member juugin’ out a o
don’t you ask me for the time on my wrist ’cause it’s no
i made a lil’ dawg [?] get it off the floor
pent house gettin’ hot, b-tch, we on the top floor
n-gga, how you steppin’, you ain’t ever did a drill?
don’t confuse me for a rapper, n-gga, that’ll get you k!lled
i’ll be turned up in the booth, n-gga, i don’t need a pill
they like, “how you bossed up?”, i was born for this for real

[verse 5: blacc zacc]
real deal stepper got a glock and a taurus
beat a n-gga ass just like chuck norris
make fatt slap a rapper if he try to talk spicy
tryna speak ’bout the trap, but he know he nothin’ like me
he want it zaza, but that sh-t get pricey
take the lean and the sprite and a young n-gga spike it
can’t come up with excuses, i’ma do it like nike
got a drac’ in the party, i ain’t doin’ no fightin’
[verse 6: fatt loc]
got a drac’ in the party, strike a n-gga like lightnin’
you was gangster to them hoes, but to me, you’re not frightenin’
chopper swingin’, it get popped, n-gga, we is not fighting
d-mn, go dig your homie up a free body
i got four shooters waitin’ on him in the lobby
i was tryna break a brick in half like karate
pull up, make her eat the d-ck up in a bonnet
get my nut, then i’m goin’ out the house like sonic

[verse 7: blacc zacc]
well, i’ll tell you what, n-gga, we can get it like jeezy
where the f-ck the lil’ b-tch? she was actin’ too cheezy
gave my heart to the streets, found a plug and i cheat
now i’m a millionaire, n-gga, like my big bruh beezy
beat the pot up just like mike jack’
billie jean with the work, make her jump back
my b-tch like to make it, she gon’ twirk for the sack
we be shoppin’ at neiman’s, she don’t really like sacks
run the h-llcat just like a wild cat
bulletproof the ‘vette, i’m protectin’ all these racks
how the f-ck my engine, where the f-ck my trunk at?
turn my sh-t up in the trap, go get us [?]
if trappin’ was a sport, i’d be a hall-of-fame
i prolly got more diamonds than johnny dang
two-three, n-gga, whole set insane
if a n-gga try to gang, blow it up, propane
let me calm it down, i was gettin’ too turnt
would’ve gave you work, but you way too burnt
me and the chopper get freaky, i’ma make this b-tch squirt
you unemployed in the trap, need to take your ass to work
real plug, n-gga, i ain’t doin’ no fronts
real deal, smoke a three-five and a blunt
different kind of flavors just like cap’n crunch
got a deal on exotic, you want cookies or the punch?
[verse 8: fatt lo]
still the same n-gga, signin’ no had pg
grew up in the trap, off boosie and jeezy
slime a n-gga out, wipe his nose, no sneeze
if a n-gga diss me, won’t see the next season
stump a n-gga out, he can’t breathe, he wheezin’
grummy ass n-gga, walk you down, still cheezin’
bro don’t keep the pole like they finna go fishin’
steady gon’ rob who? tell that n-gga keep wishin’
turn the lights off, bet our neck still glistenin’
i’m a real trap n-gga, i be feelin’ like zacc
if i ever took your sh-t, no, you can’t get it back
i’ve been runnin’ up these hundreds like a n-gga run track
how you gon’ hate ’cause we up?
when you asleep, told your ass to get up
now you overslept and you ran out of luck
if you play with this dirty business, boy, you’re f-cked

[outro: fatt loc & blacc zacc]
(play with this dirty business, boy, you f-cked)
(i make the cornoners, come pick him)
(you overslept and ran out of luck)
(i’m with fatt loc and eli in the cut)
(it’s a whole lotta dirty business goin’ on, n-gga)
(gang)

- blacc zacc

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