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letra de pick heem up - celly ru

[verse 1: celly ru]
eh, go pick your mans up
bet i [?] first n-gga that try to stand up
slow your roll, n-gga, quit speaking to me with your hands up
i was broke, i hear n0body gave me no lone, i got my bands up
n-gga, look
anytime i’m under 250, i’m despretly broke
n-gga playing with my [?] then he despretly smoked
b-tch, i got that sh-t on me [?] play with your soul
[?] n-gga to aproach, it’s best if he don’t
i’m a road runner, [?]
b-tch, my grandaddy from [?] that’s probably why i be talking sh-t
got [?] don’t need no stick
[?] put it on hold [?] i’m up, don’t need no b-tch
i’ll wack a n-gga, i got [?] bro gon’ shoot for me
he on go fasho, but ain’t gon’ shoot til i say move on him
i can knock a b-tch first, [?] what you gon’ do for me?
[?] like b-tch, i’m rich, only touch blue money
you hear me?
look like a crip with all this blue on me
biggest [?] in my city, [?] love from all the blue homies
[?] only
same n-gga alone, he only tough in groups only
we bouncing out, them n-ggas dropping when they get [?]
n-gga threw some [?] on my block, the next day, they died
we don’t give no passes, ’cause life won’t be no second time
crazy how that b-tch think he came back, he got a second try
[verse 2: peezy]
we stunt on big [?] with me
a hundred thousand on me in all blues, feel like i’m rolling 60
200 thousand on me worth in jewelry, i got an ocean with me
we aim that chopper at your brother stomach, and blow out his kidney
acetimed a b-tch [?] cali, i got her showing titties
i’m thuggin with some n-ggas from the warren, but i ain’t go to fendy
strap check, for he get in the car, i made him show the bl!cky
aw sh-t, cops get behind us, turn and throw the bl!cky
whipping dope up in my b-tch crib, i brought some soda with me
i made it home from prison without a scratch, ’cause i had soda with me
he rode in off buss, we getting 30 to show [?]
that’s what it is, you know we really thuggin, you scared to go to church
i ain’t never sold no million records, but i sold a bird
cutthroat, that boy got out of line, we left him on a curb
we cutthroat, [?] she pay me on the first
i like the reup for my sack gone, so i don’t run out of work

- celly ru

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