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letra de pull up - cello mtz

(k pear make the beat slap)

cello mtz:

always riding with my squad and i’m rocking with my team (with the team)
got the baddest b-tch on my side and she sitting right next to me (next to me)
and i’m riding down the block and i got the 223 (223)
if you really want some smoke imma smoke you like some tree (like some tree)
imma keep writing slaps don’t give a f-ck bout what they say (what they say)
from kc to la bouta be up in the bay (in the bay)
bouta stack up all this money yeah i’m stackin all this k (all this k)
if yo b-tch actin naughty finna pull up in my sleigh (pull up in my sleigh)
yeah i’m feelin like melly i got murder my mind (on my mind)
dump a clip on a n-gga yeah i’m shooting like i’m blind (like i’m blind)
writing like dr suss spittin all these f-cking rhymes (all these rhymes)
if you actin like a b-tch imma hit you with the 9 (with the 9)
with that 9 on my side and the glock and the glizzy
dirty sprite up in my cup got me feelin h-lla dizzy (h-lla dizzy)
always strapped up always coming with the drakes no drizzy
you n-ggas praying on my downfall like a n-gga tee grizzly (like a n-gga tee grizzly)
shawty lookin so bad gotta get up in my zone (in my zone)
bouta use her for the night then she gotta hit the door (hit the door)
stop callin stop texting finna block you off my phone (off my phone )
gotta stay to myself gotta focus on this dough (on this dough)

curlii 2x:
ahh mann
yuh
imma play a game b-tch like it’s 2k
run up on a n-gga h-ll yeah i do the relay
spazzing on this sh-t so you know it’s gon hit
i ain’t messin with no silly n-ggas or these lil jitz
imma dog from the pound lil n-gga imma pit
talking all that lil sh-t on the gram get you hit
what you talking about lil n-gga do you wanna see my stick?
pop up out i ain’t messin with that n-gga b-tch

major league:

aye aye
i’ll stomp a n-gga out in these g fazos
my n-gga namic got the 40 he gone leave yo face gone
30 shots up in this clip ima take a couple souls
bih i’m giving out fades n-ggas scared to fight tho
n-ggas tolting clear clips watch his glock jam on him
how tf you think you rich with a couple bands on you
you lil n-ggas spoon fed you don’t know real struggle
had to get sh-t on my own can’t tell me nothing
green dots on yo head that’s a laser beam
baby girl got my attention that’s a major thing
i’m the huddle learning plays trynna get rich
gimme the route and ima run it on sum real sh-t
ion really fw n-ggas cause they gone switch
b-tch there’s money to be made why you playing
ain’t no b-tch in the world that i’m chasing
ain’t no fonk over here these n-ggas hating
(hating -ss n-ggas)

- cello mtz

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