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letra de t.b.a. - bun b & statik selektah

[verse 1:bun b]
saying i’m bigger, i’m better blacker and i’m g’d up
sippin’ on courvoisier straight, and i’m treed up
shoot my sh-t like james harden, and now we treed up
bun k!lla and propain, you better speed up
we in the fast lane, got my foot on the gas, man
so roll, or get rolled over, we on your ass, man
i’m on your bumper like you towin’ me it ain’t sh-t that you really showin’ me, so recognize ain’t no hoe in me
i’m still that n-gga that catch a square and shoot the five
i go super live, you better hope that you survive
but once i get started, i don’t slow down
don’t be surprised if i knock a door down in your town
i’m certified, local, state, and o.t. action neighborhood, o.g
that n-gga know me, and he’ll tell you that i’m not the one
i came to chew bubblegum and whoop ass, n-gga, and
i’m outta go

[verse 2:propain]
yo, crazy motherf-cker they been askin’ bout. when he get to snappin’, give him sp-ce like an astronaut. i pass the block, can’t even pass the slab, you know he ragged the top. a trill n-gga hit the scene and had that b-tch pass him not. rappin’ n-ggas runnin’ around like they compared to ‘pac. your lame ass come around my hood and be a laughingstock
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we ain’t have no shorts, i took the savage riders
clutchin’ on spaz and i hoggin’, i ain’t passin’ shots
well, i ain’t up it, but my brother is
see, i’m the cash cow, i’m tryin’ to milk this 400 mil
see, he don’t really give a f-ck ain’t that n-gga love to see the highest paid n-gga shotgun it like he russell wills
stupid sh-t these east coast hoes love to use the kid
tip the driver extra blowin’ smoke off the brooklyn bridge
water on my chest, diamonds lookin’ like a pool to swim
money talkin’, i ain’t sayin’ sh-t if it ain’t lucrative

[verse 3:k!lla kyleon]
tied back on that big body bad b-tch with a thick body
vvs is on his body no cane but the stick by me
thumbin’ through it, got a rich hobby big bezel got the wrist poppin’
lewis wiley got a weak stomach need pelt, don’t wait, sh-t stoppin’
big trippin’, got your b-tch watchin’ all eyes on me, i’m 2 packin big racks in my two pockets. all four-field, need new pockets
pull up on ya cool title, let the money talk that’s the new topic
i’m the man, n-gga, i’m the man find a lie, that’s the true topic
ladies love me like cool james lamb truck, that’s the new thing hittin’ cones with your wu-tang balenciaga, no shoe strings
i’m a k!ller like ghostface but i ain’t rappin’ with the wu-tang
brown heart, that’s the mental man spot 20 bands on the new chain
big bill, blue 100 buns. hit chase, bang, make a money run
difference is, i ain’t chillin’ for it i just hustle hard and the money come
big bag, i ain’t breakin’ leaves like kaepernick, she gon’ take a knee
send a b-tch, get a quarterback
that’s big pepper, she gon’ pay the fee
yeah!

- bun b statik selektah

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