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letra de 1hunnidpoles - bluntforcye

[intro: yung$tony, bluntforcye]
ready? alright
trip out trip out (trip out)
trip out, it’s all a dream (trip out)
f-ckin on yo b-tch
f-ckin on yo b-tch, f-ckin on ya hooo (f-ckin on ya ho)

[verse 1: yung$tony, bluntforcye]
ay, when i’m iced out
got a hunnid k on my neck ice iced down (ice, ice)
dat boy nice, dat boy nice
i be comin through looking h-lla nice, h-lla nice (h-lla nice)
they see me, they all want me they wanna f-ck on me (f-ck on me)
but i got that heart
don’t wanna b-tch, let her break my heart ever (ever)
f-ck em’ all forever
don’t trust a b-tch, don’t trust a ho
ay
i just chill with my shootas now
and i tell them where you gotta go (where you gotta go)
gotta gеt the poles (get thе poles)
got em’ sticks bussin out the poles (bop bop)
ay (yuh)
we not scared to do it now (nah, nah)
get a trigga get em round up (bop bop)
cause i’m coming with the 33, scottie pippen (scottie)
and i shoot the 3, imma hit it i never miss it yuh
goin for the target i ain’t never gonna hit him ay (pew)
[verse 2: bluntforcye, g$naker.o.b., yung$tony]
hit him with a bow inside the arrow (arrow)
know i got it much, not where i go (i go)
where i go home to a nice home
with a nice bed and a nice phone
running up this guala gotta make mo’
running up this dolla gotta grow mo’ (uagh)
gotta get this dolla, sell mo’
trapping on the f-cking big low
uh, running through the town
when i’m making cash all up by the mound, by the pound(cash, cash, cash)
yuh, coffee set it down
i came here to tear it down (down)

[verse 3: g$naker.o.b., yung$tony]
i came to tear it down (ok, ok)
pull up and i’m smoking that sh-t by the pound (ya)
came up to yo b-tch (straight up)
pull up with the clique
5 shots in the stick ay (shoot em down)
pull up with a glock to your crib (pew pew pew pew)
put it in your mouth and i put it in your kids
tied her up put her in a f-cking headlock (ay, yuh)
30k on my wrist and we make it tick tock ay, ay (bow, bow)
pull up to the house got 30 b-tches in the crib
30 kilos in the crib
put it in the closet when the fed jump in
uh, uh
jump out the house
flushed all the sh-t put it in the toilet
[verse 4: yung$tony]
got my shooters on commando ay
we just put them choppers all around yo door (pew pew, bah)
we gon’ get those choppas out
we gon’ get them sticks (ay)
chillin with the poles
all my homies strapped up, ya (no cap)
so please don’t get to close, nah (don’t get to close)
nah, don’t get too comfortable (ya, ya)
icing on me that’s about a hundred k (bing, bing)
give you hundred blows
give you hundred blows (yaa)
pull up to your hoes
we gon’ take them b-tches and we gon’ go, ay
shoot a drive by, ay (bah)
ay, ay (pah, pah)
and imma get so f-ckin high
get so f-ckin high gonna be on the f-cking mars (ya, ya)
ay, take your b-tch to mars
take your b-tch to pluto
take that b-tch where she wanna gooo
ya ya (ya)

- bluntforcye

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