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letra de wasteland - brownboy

[chorus]
they goin’ inside when i pop on they rip
g23 with a twenty two clip
they pass me the g, i get paid for the hits
we known for the spillin’ and hoppin’ out whips
we leavin’ the ballistics, we ain’t make a diss
that b-tch love to dance so i bought her a fit
my cro let it jam, he be jammin’ like sh-t
gen 5 glock, it didn’t come with a kick
you don’t gotta ask me if it’s on the hip
he got caught without it, you know he’s a pr-ck
bro’s in the jail house, perkin’ the mindy
i’m in the back of the t, i ain’t picky
if it gets fishy, fingers get itchy
she see the bag heavy, shе tellin’ me “pick me”
shе want a ménage so i’m callin’ her nicki
i’m countin’ these ricks but i need me a milli’

[verse]
i’m pushin’ up don’t be stupid or silly
he got it from close, can’t show ’em no pitty
shots from the switchy, serve ’em like whisky
how you a gangster, ain’t bust your virginity?
i’m teachin’ these n-ggas, i’m givin’ them history
came in an amg, got him at misery
ambulance came to patch up his injuries
they searchin’ for clues but they know it’s a mystery
i keep me a glock, if you’re tyrna get rid of me
n-ggas be making me laugh but ain’t k!llin’ me
my b-tch be a b-tch and you know that she missin’ me
i ain’t showin’ no love so you know there’s no kissin’ me
i’m playin’ chess on these n-ggas, no trickin’ me
i’m sendin’ a pack and it’s special delivery
like how you get robbed and you talkin’ that hot sh-t? then i see you, now you runnin’ from me
i been in the vm, just keepin’ it g
when i get in that v, i go straight to the t
couldn’t count how much time you put sh-t on tv
she in love with the boy ’cause i’m keepin’ it p
i got fans and they waitin’ for me to release
eight hundred dollars, i dropped it in pop
i’m still doin’ madness they tellin’ me “stop”
he was responsive buy he ain’t respond
[chorus]
they goin’ inside when i pop on they rip
g23 with a twenty two clip
they pass me the g, i get paid for the hits
we known for the spillin’ and hoppin’ out whips
we leavin’ the ballistics, we ain’t make a diss
that b-tch love to dance so i bought her a fit
my cro let it jam, he be jammin’ like sh-t
gen 5 glock, it didn’t come with a kick
you don’t gotta ask me if it’s on the hip
he got caught without it, you know he’s a pr-ck
bros in the jail house perkin’ the mindy
i’m in the back of the t, i ain’t picky
if it gets fishy, fingers get itchy
she see the bag heavy, she tellin’ me “pick me”
she want a ménage, so i’m callin’ her nicki
i’m countin’ these ricks but i need me a milli’

- brownboy

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