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letra de straight bars - brian abell

[intro]
man…
should i start this b-tch off with this hook
or should i just come in straight bars?
i think i gotta come in straight bars on this one
yeah… straight bars it is
bet that

[verse]
got a draco with a lot of bodies
call that b-tch a thotty
drum empty, pumpin’ with the shotty
barkin’ like a rotty
head steamin’ when it popped off
like he ate wasabi
bad b-tch light-skinned
she gon give me sloppy toppy
d-ck her down from the back
got her legs feelin’ floppy
at the end of the night
she’ll be callin’ me her papi
got a lot of swag that
these n-gga always try and copy
movin’ weight and gettin’ lit
with the police tryina stop me
got a big d-ck
that’s why i’m actin’ kinda c-cky
stick it in her b-tt
she’ll be screamin’ for hеr mommy
my family is a gang so
i’m choppin’ with a tommy
i got these n-ggas sweatin’ so
thеy must have popped a molly
shoved my d-ck down her chimney
got a n-gga feeling jolly
her n-gga got mad so
i pumped him full of hollies
choppin’ with the chopper
got me droppin’ all these bodies
you n-ggas are some suckers
got you poppin’ like some lollies
fry that n-ggas egg: served it over easy
f-ck drinkin’ milk, n-gga, sip up on a fiji
i’mma eat the p-ssy ’til i get diabetes
& d-mn baby girl, you really are a sweetie
the life that we granted, it’s a blessing and a curse
try so hard to make the little things work
glock up on my hip, i got the draco in the safe
these n-ggas in the streets ain’t sprayin’ with no mace
need some gas: i’m drivin’ out of state
i smoked some dabs, i’m in outer sp-ce
p-ssy ass n-ggas get to steppin’ out of place
stupid ass n-ggas: now you gone without a trace
boss ass lawyer, man, i’m finna beat this case
tried to rob me for the pack so i shot him in the face
when i pull the draco i’m just sprayin’ from the waist
freaky ass b-tch: i’m finna put it in her waist
don’t wait for hand outs, n-gga, you’ve got to take
straight off the boats, i got the kilos in the crate
straight pure snow so you know i had to taste
straight fish scale, n-gga, look at the flakes
smack a fat line, he got the look on his face
geeked off the sugar, love how it taste
coke in his cola got him movin’ with some haste
don’t pick a f-ckin’ fight ’cause the coke it got him cranked
been hittin’ on these dabs since 2008
why you n-ggas late? gas and it stank
like chloroform, this weed will make you faint
i’m ’bout to meet my maker so open up the gates
they hit me late at night, them n-ggas are some cravers
i wake up in the morning and it’s straight to the paper
off to the barber’s, need a line-up and a taper
strands in the safe: i got all of the flavors
terpenes in my dabs, that flavor gotta savor
i’m drownin’ in this p-ssy but i don’t need no savior
chained down and whipped like a plantation slaver
cat was kinda hairy so you know i had to shave her
i ate it anyway: i couldn’t find the f-ckin’ razor
my chick got a glock with a built in taser
i bought some 22s & i got them for the blazer
my trap phone used to be a motorola razor
[outro]
motorola razor
motorola razor
motorola razor
my first trap phone was a motorola razor

- brian abell

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