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letra de no limit - carlos trvp

[intro: bizzy banks]
[?]
b-tch, haha
get money
uh

[chorus: bizzy banks]
i got a spinner, shooter, call him pablo (wait)
dominicano, she tryna eat so i took her to panchos (haha)
you ain’t from the hood, you ain’t gon’ get it
you ain’t no shooter boy, you ain’t with it
tell [?] to shoot, ‘cause i know he gon’ clip ‘em (rrah)
bro told me to chill, ‘cause he know i’ma tick it (rrah, rrah, rrah)
when i’m on they block all i hear is crickets (shh)
oh you feelin’ froggy? lil n-gga, ribbit
can’t bring the pole, you know i’ma rip ‘em
call me bizzy p, n-gga no limit (like)
we catching h-lla zoes for the dollars
how you tryna flex when you in a honda?
shawty givin’ brain, i think she a scholar
finna pop my collar, three 6 (mafia)
[verse 1: bizzy banks]
i’m a problem child
ain’t no missionary, i’m f-cking her doggystyle (yeah)
sound like me but he [?] down
he ain’t outside, hе hear stories when hе around
favor making him think he down, uh (what)
send my ‘ooters to bl!ck ‘em now (bah)
heard you soft when we not around (what)
how the f-ck you do you think i sound?
boy you ain’t gang, nah, you ain’t shoot for yourself, why you think you gon’ bang now?
n-gga say i move strange now
i’m still the same, i just got me a chain now ([?])
oh you think you the wave now? your b-tch on my d-ck, she gon’ hold this wave down (like, haha)
got hot in the spot, with her ass up and face down
you know who got the sitchy, late night on them blocks, you know i have .40 with me
that’s a [?], ‘cause he drop the sitchy
he know i’ma flock it, so he tote the knockers with me
you ain’t gang, you ain’t pop up with me
i only name n-ggas who go spin a block up with me
yo whoever got guala with me (facts, like)
uh, b-tch you know my body, i came from nothing
get paid for a show, you know a n-gga comin’
just me in the band, all my n-ggas drummin’ (like)
through the money, b-tch we really thumbin’ (rrah)
hit it off a yerky, got the p-ssy runnin’, uh (runnin’)
gucci flip flops, hit it when i’m stuntin’
her n-gga a lame, you know i’ma sun ‘em
[chorus: bizzy banks]
i got a spinner, shooter, call him pablo (wait)
dominicano, she tryna eat so i took her to panchos (haha, what)
you ain’t from the hood, you ain’t gon’ get it
you ain’t no shooter boy, you ain’t with it
tell [?] to shoot, ‘cause i know he gon’ clip ‘em (rrah)
bro told me to chill, ‘cause he know i’ma tick it (rrah, rrah, rrah)
when i’m on they block all i hear is crickets (shh, yeah)
oh you feelin’ froggy? (gang) lil n-gga, ribbit (gang)
can’t bring the pole, you know i’ma rip ‘em (baow)
call me bizzy p, n-gga no limit (like)
we catching h-lla zoes for the dollars (ayo, face it)
how you tryna flex when you in a honda? (what you [?] n-gga?)
shawty givin’ brain, i think she a scholar
finna pop my collar, three 6 mafia

[verse 2: carlos trvp]
[?]

- carlos trvp

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