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letra de collect - burna bandz & yung tory

[verse 1: yung tory]
young n-gga poppin’, so i pop my sh-t
house on my neck, half a house on my wrist
you want a bag? i take yo’ b-tch
b-tch named cherokee, ride like jeep
told ’em “wake up, might die in sleep”
big goat, i can never hang wit’ the sheep
let’s go, got a new hoe every week

[chorus: burna bandz]
young n-gga poppin’, so i’m poppin’ my sh-t
yeah, put a whole house on my wrist
they ain’t talkin’ money, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t
all this drip on me, got a extend on my clip
and keep one in the head
beam on the glock, if he run, then he dead
i don’t want s-x, baby
i want the neck while i count up this check
i was lockеd, callin’ shawty collect

[verse 2: burna bandz]
where thе f-ck was you at?
turn the handcuffs to a rolex
we outside, b-tch, in full effect
this money don’t sleep, i’ll rest when i’m dead
white gold, keep it [?]
percocets got me high like a jet
young and turnt, don’t know what they expect
call her truck ’cause she ride it the best
[verse 3: yung tory]
raf simmons on me, i rock it the best
run up the money, i’ll rest when i’m dead
i get it bustin’, i bust on her chest
i’m chasin’ m’s, i ain’t catchin’ no zeds
tory go stupid, i’m actually sped
i want her head like a scrunchie
she jump on the bed like it’s bungie
yeah, i’m on the water like crocodile dundee, yeah

[verse 4: yung tory]
i was down, but i came up alone
too wrong, but my gb on
go hard or go home, b-tch, you home
took a trip, how i end up in rome
sheesh
i won’t play with the b-tch, yeah, i’m grown
i won’t stay with the b-tch, send her home, oh-oh
i might cop a tec, just call me philippe
she miss a n-gga, i don’t miss her cheeks
i beat it like 808, don’t miss a beat
i hit her, fade-away, hit ’em with three
swish, all in her cheeks wit’ the meat
sh-t, i send her back to the streets
she pop a molly, she actually geeked
i’m passin’ yo’ b-tch, please don’t pass her to me
[chorus: burna bandz]
young n-gga poppin’, so i’m poppin’ my sh-t
yeah, put a whole house on my wrist
they ain’t talkin’ money, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t
all this drip on me, got a extend on my clip
and keep one in the head
beam on the glock, if he run, then he dead
i don’t want s-x, baby
i want the neck while i count up this check
i was locked, callin’ shawty collect

- burna bandz yung tory

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