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letra de super c3 freestyle 3 - c3 official

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take a n-gga out like i’m doing my chores

bang out with my hammer like thor

wet up the block like a tide off a shore

i remember them days f-cked up i was poor

now i’m like b-tch you need to go check the score
we heard the lil boy he post at the store

they done f-cked up let them gds in the door

i might turn to a 8 but a 4 imma pour

she see the drugs in my face

knock his ass out like a hit off that mace

she love when i’m in it want me to pick up the pace

can’t trust you lil b-tch might try to lacе

i’ll beat on a n-gga till he feel the concrеte

if you come over here don’t think sh-t sweet

i’m the type of n-gga get you gone for a badtweet

leave a n-gga dead on whichever darkstreet

they wanna be me know they admire

who need gone bounty hunters for hire

say he got bags we know he a liar

talking to hot i might start a fire

i am not them b-tch i am the one

try the wrong thing , that’s it you done

me and yo b-tch gonna go have some fun

flow on this b-tch hot as the sun

lemme catch you b-tch boy you gon run

like a broke cd you haven’t spun
oh he wanna beef on the gram he won

do this in real life i ain’t worried about none

knock yo ass off if you givin hints

only one in the game fresh as a mint

spark up the opps roll up the flint

i’ll be in the back of the car no tint

gun on my hip so yk imma limp

f-ck these hoes and i’m fresh as pimp

who calling when u needa brick

turn that boy right to l!ck

turn him bacon if he take a pic

on her neck just like a tick

got a couple right in the spot for a fl!ck

which one do i want i cannot pick

told lil bro just wait we can switch

he knocking them hoes right off his list

rings on my finger sl!ck like rick

stop rocking my boat b-tch u making me sick

put 10 on a opp put 10 on my fist

pray to big god for the comforts of rich

chasing my dreams but chasing that tree

we’ll dump his ass of a pier in the sea

how do they trap too broke for a key

we ——- you n-ggas do not taking no plea

they like why he keep rapping bout dragon ball z

go stupid on the beat i’m super saiyan three

f-ck on your b-tch i do it for free

but when she f-ck me it gon come wit a fee

it ain’t my time but b-tch just wait

been on my grind no b-tch i can chase

like imma put this sh-t all in they face

it could’ve been never so better i’m late

take his ass out if he in the way

they nothing better to do than go hate

you know you get ate you step on my plate

seeing the future then seeing they fates

claim you a demon jump your gate

everything you got no time for debate

they like c3 i’m with you, n-gga i’m straight

have a hoe set em up we gon fix him up for a date

her momma don’t like me she say that i’m mean

u know i’m too clean when i step on the scene

i can’t hang with n-ggas be green

beat up the pot like wolverine

n-ggas be hoes they run in the caption

n-ggas turn p-ssy so start waxing

they know smooth like micheal jackson

make her break it off give me a fraction

they tryna slide i missed the phone

so many n-ggas that we get gone

get shot in your sh-t like —- —

— pack since the brink of dawn

these n-ggas be hoes and we’ll bring it out

he on the gram all day just for some clout

talked to much punched his mouth

they know not to fw them boys from the south

but still just poured a 4 in my cup

n-ggas wanna beef they know that’s it’s stuck

n-gga sit down while we run this sh-t up

n-ggas be snitching still get plucked

n-gga tried to run off hit the back of his head

crackhead tried to speak n-gga sounded sped

these n-ggas loyalty is built like thread

why tf you hate me i’m already dead

thought it was over this beat long as f-ck can’t get away we hits outta truck

i ain’t showing my pistol in keeping it tucked

wait for the timing like lightning we struck

won’t sacrifice all the homies like lil durk

f-ck out my face ain’t popping no perc

these n-ggas be mad i came out the dirt

turn the wrong way we put holes in ur shirt

the streets they sweet then they sour

i could go hours for hours

bake his ass just like flour knock em down just like tower

that not yours no more that’s ours

you not a man p-ssy n-gga you coward

i spit fire just like bowser

i love my lil shorty soft as flower

why tf would i lie i’m a real g

hop out kick yo ass like bruce lee

hop in hoe and now i can ski

i’m mr make a b-tch get on they knee’s

(out here)

- c3 official

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