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letra de f4r sure - blockstarbeezy

(hook)
i got my bro’s wit’ me
they hit the road wit’ me
they get this dough wit’ me
they hit these hoes wit’ me (×2)

we be them n-gg-s for sure
we be them n-gg-s for sure
might pull up and hop out the porsche
you know what them choppas is for

we be them n-gg-s for sure
we be them n-gg-s for sure
get that work straight from the source
runnin’ the streets since i came off the porch

(verse 1)
i just touchdown on these hoes yeah i score
she pop a pill and transform like a zord
wide body built like a bentley azure
fresh to death like i just came out the morgue
no lie im at they neck like a bowtie
so wavy i got ’em seasick like a boat ride she gave me that cho-cha
her skin tone was mocha
ain’t talkin’ 1 million sh-t im talkin’ multi (oh god)
just give me the check i don’t need a grammy
when she come to me she don’t need no panties
they say it’s mind over matter
you better mind all that chatter
‘fore we tag ya spine and ya bladder
my pockets on swole like im juicin’
drinkin’ purp by the pint like it’s houston gotta realize it’s deeper than music
if i pull out the choppa i use it
be in the mix wit’ the players
they see me kickin’ this flavor
speakin’ in general sh-t can get major
talkin’ ’bout mansions that’s sittin’ on acres mixin’ my drugs now im heavily lit
gettin’ to it im ridin’ down 76
my hustle religious some heavenly sh-t
i done been up some nights i can never forget

(hook)

(verse 2)
my hustle so grand got ya b-tch on my tip her -ss pokin’ out and she flip wit’ the lips she play by the rules i might slip her the d-ck got an addiction im itchin’ to flip
call me the don diego montoya
he catch a homi i pay for the lawyer
this for the ballards the greens and the boyers
we in the penthouse they just in the foyer b-tch im the golden one like de la hoya
step in this ring wit’ me ima destroy ya young n-gg- all ’bout his beans like im goya b-tch ima dog and that’s word to the hoyas cruise through the city her head in my lap shout out the ones gettin’ bread in the trap talk dirty on phones have the feds on ya jack
they callin’ me stroehmann the bread by the rack
i ride the track like a trolley
i used to trap out the alley
im talkin’ pitchin’ that holly
i got ya b-tch on a molly
real n-gg-s only a secret society
im on a drug f-ck ya sobriety
addin’ on commas like we hit the lottery shout out to everyone that ever doubted me

(hook) -×2

- blockstarbeezy

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