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letra de honcho style 3 - cdot honcho

ay, b-tch

finna skrt off from chase like i robbed it, ay
no i ain’t make a deposit
i’m withdrawing
pull up and .40’s be quick drawn
and no i don’t never reply to a diss song
smoke you and go get a sirloin
i can’t trust none these n-ggas so hop off my d-note
that’s why my tec got a string on
i just walked out of saks and my shoes like a thousand tho
saw you in there, you was browsing tho
she be sucking my d-ck then i gotta go
swear to god you f-ck that b-tch for a hour long
why all of these hoes want my time
i can’t give her that
f-ck ’em and never remember that
4nem slidin’, don’t care where yo n-ggas at
wherever you at, swear to god they’ll enter that
i got b-tches from everywhere
outta the country tho
speaking in language i never know
and bro gotta scope on the top like a telescope
make ’em go live like a periscope
i give that b-tch d, know i let her go
where that b-tch headed
on 4nem i never know
i’m knowing that she just be round for the money tho
she suck my d-ck with a buddy tho
in the trap with a .50, no back up
n-gga you run and i’m f-cking yo back up
i’m leaning, i’m mixing that act up
if that b-tch thick, then i’m f-cking her back up
a n-gga want smoke, then you know he go overboard
4nem gon slide like a hoverboard
a n-gga just mad cuz i’m f-cking his sista tho
she just suck d-ck, need another hoe
ay, broski just left out the shop with the cooling kit
act up, they turn to a hooligan
and he ain’t got aim, so he brought him a hunnid round
pull up, it shooting like vujacic
cannot waste all of my time on a stupid b-tch
rather cash out on some stupid sh-t
that drank know it’s taking my bankroll
uzi, i swear i ain’t thinking ’bout dracos
pull on yo block in that muh f-ckin’ srt8 tho
hop out with sh-t off of halo, ay
all of my b-tches be bringing me b-tches
i swear to god, none of ’em g-y tho
ay, a n-gga a player, a b-tch tryna play us
a family be sending her prayers
ay, a n-gga so rare, a n-gga gon’ stare
this choppa be goin’ through layers

ay
b-tch. ay

i hop in that lamb, push start it, ay
push that b-tch like i’m r-t-rded
marco spit like it r-t-rded, ay
you spent a check on that b-tch
i get that p-ssy regardless, ay
she know a n-gga so heartless, ay
you know she goin’ regardless, ay
pull up my truck in the front
it’s a party wherever i park it
i be smokin’ wherever i spark it
from the bottom, a n-gga just started
marc in the cut and he waiting on anything
.223 goin’ through anything
these b-tches be mad cuz they never get anything
they get this d-ck they be worshipping
n-ggas know 4nem do not be with chattering
they just be all with the splattering, ay
hop in the game and get straight to mastering
winning if you think we battling
that drank gotta n-gga so crazy, no panicking
try it, them k!llings be happening
gang in this b-tch with the irons like iron man
let that b-tch play like a violin

b-tch

- cdot honcho

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