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letra de 50 of em - cdot honcho

[verse 1: cdot honcho]
in a coupe with them autos in em
each one got them hollows in em
so when i pull up on ya block
and let the mac spark
better hope that his god be with em
my eyes low cause i’m smoking on k!ll
i ain’t lacking bet i’m gripping on steel
plus i heard n-ggas plotting on me
run up on me and his scalp getting pealt
run up on me and them rounds getting spilled
run up on me and his crown getting filled
lil bro posted with the 50 shot
catch a opp on our block and bananas getting pealt
on the real n-ggas ain’t on sh-t
pull up watch his wig get split
roll a dub while i’m off this big six
then i hit the club, prolly pay a b-tch rent
but i never give a stupid b-tch sh-t
i just give her every inch of this d-ck
then i bail out blunts get lit
flame up tell a b-tch get lost
and i’m throwing bullets n-gga get mossed
all my young n-ggas wild letting semis off
take em down 30 rounds that’ll get em off
smoke sum dope out the pound then i sleep it off

[verse 2: lil herb]
yeah glocks with choppers we got plenty of em
we over east if you want smoke, pull up on yo block and that 50 drumming
on the ess-x block with a roll on me and this 4-0 come and get you something
call lil bro, a n-gga want war? f-ck the popo we don’t give em nothing
why you think i call my n-gga 60 shot? he gone tote for me, he gone keep em coming
them no limit boys a pull on any block, saying f-ck rock, better pick a gun up
we riding round and we got em on us
run up on you now my n-ggas one up
glock with choppers, lurking till the sun up
hollows in them 50’s don’t get burnt up

[verse 3: cdot honcho]
and you know my n-ggas in them range rovs
sipping strait drop with them long poles
hit the block with them glocks c-cked
once i send shots watch em lay low
slugs all in his kangol
tell my young n-ggas get his pesos
homies ask what happen with em
say them hollows split em cause he ain’t go
next day making s-x tapes
while i’m with the bros at yo b-tch place
hit the b-tch then forget the b-tch
but i left my kids on your b-tch face
drop a n-gga then i switch states
and the the car stole so we switch plates
bezel on me caught yo b-tch face
now she h-lla on me give my d-ck sp-ce

[verse 4: lil herb]
look…. and don’t forget go cop my mixtape
i got bad hoes in another state
they don’t know me but know how my d-ck taste
and i pray to god i never p-ss test cause i be smoking dope pouring big 8ths
i be leaning but i ain’t lacking boy, run up on me , i’ma make this b-tch quake
i like robin jeans, i like trues and fendi
price of act? i might choose the remi
30’s, 40’s, we got uzis, semis
lots of ammo cause we use too many
hollows clapping if yo goons offend me
ain’t no snitching, we a loose the witness
and all the opps got empty glocks,
don’t let em tell you that they out here cause them goons pretending

[verse 5: cdot honcho]
sneak dissing we a wet em up
send my b-tch to go and set em up
roll up on em let them nina’s bust
when them hollows hit em ain’t not gettin up
b-tch i’m leavin while i’m facing blunts
all my n-ggas wildin, feelin semis up
front his move and we gone hit em up
heard him talking sh-t shoot em in his tongue
and the pack i’m smoking it be heavy loud never running out i got plenty of it
and my n-ggas be h-lla wild shootin h-lla rounds they plenty of em
got them 30’s and them 40cals
i a take em down and forget about em
young n-ggas brought them drummers out
if you running up, give you 50 of em

- cdot honcho

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