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letra de abc’s - bunna (can)

[chorus]
walk n-ggas down, get up close and i swish it
twenty two from the three like i’m wiggins
twenty three in the pain like i’m mj, i get up so close, tell me how can i miss him?
thirty three glock hold thirty three shots, bullets from deep in feel like i’m pippen
dumb b-tch done hurt my heart so quick, now i’m ticked off don’t mean to glisten
and the way this lil’ b-tch tried f-ckin’ around with my heart, there’s no way i could it
me, i usually rap on a dark beat this one is different

[verse]
i can’t turn up without bringin’ bl!ck in
n-ggas get burnt up, way more then stitches
take my snapchat, i don’t do digits
get personal, i stopped the dissin’
[?] get kicked out his chest likе eviction
high class girl, i’m addicted to vixens
and thе second she go and talk ’bout some horoscope sh-t, i might end up missin’
a is for bein’ active all the time, when them n-ggas ain’t slide you handle the business
b is for breakin’ it down in the trap, still runnin’ [?]
c is for crackhead junkies in and out the spot so you set up in every other kitchen
d is for d-ck ridin’ n-ggas, don’t slidin’ ass n-ggas or gun jammed, boy you ain’t cl!ck it
e is for everybody catch a face lift, i only parr mine, i don’t do cl!ck ups
f is for f-ck n-ggas worried about me and my money, like i won’t pop out tryna blitz ’em
g is for get out the way when i get out the car, you get gunned down or you duckin’
i’m like shaq on the court when i dunk it
i go out west so we can crush it
[?] n-ggas get f-cked up and hug it
don’t have a care in the world, i’ll walk in the mall right now and shoot a dead guy in public
boy i walk in the townz, thirty minutes, i ain’t dissin’ n0body, i was ’bout to dust it
caught a n-gga and (frrt)
caught a n-gga and you know he slumped him
his [?], boy you know his ass, it ain’t nothin’
these star boy rap ’bout drums and switches and sh-t but they didn’t even bust it (f-ck no, f-ck no)
f-ck n-ggas didn’t even bust it (f-ck no, f-ck no)
[chorus]
walk n-ggas down, get up close and i swish it
twenty two from the three like i’m wiggins
twenty three in the pain like i’m mj, i get up so close, tell me how can i miss him?
thirty three glock hold thirty three shots, bullets from deep in feel like i’m pippen
dumb b-tch done hurt my heart so quick, now i’m ticked off don’t mean to glisten
and the way this lil’ b-tch tried f-ckin’ around with my heart, there’s no way i could it
me, i usually rap on a dark beat this one is different

- bunna can

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