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letra de local jokers - chargepartnaz

[chorus: repeat 2x]
too nationwide to be local goin’ worldwide wid my vocals
comin’ up on you b-tches while all you bustas stay local
remember the phrase that you wouldn’t make it?, well i made it b-tch
i’m gettin’ rich you gettin’ d-cked off your producer and cl!ck

[verse 1: lil sko]
straight from shelby county
it’s them n-ggas man shoot gettin’ away from the bounty
hunter cause i done a stang, it’s whenever whatever man
gots to get me gold, but it ain’t at the end ah the rainbow
thinkin’ about me cash flow while sippin’ on a mickelo
i went for box chevys prowled around big boy sh-t lookin’ heavy
see most ah y’all really can’t rap
and get booted outta the industry like confetti
but keep it an’ come steady, gots to stay about my screela
never known to be no k!lla but put that thrilla, in yo raw manilla
it’s raps last drug dealer, keepin’ me path clear four leaf clover
knowin’ one day i’ll be flippin’ my tricycle in, for a range rover
see bustas know it’s over, i’m runnin’ over obstacles like a tractor
[but what if somebody try to get wit you sko?]
rebel and it wasn’t no factor

[chorus]

[verse 2: psycho]
now i came up hard in the rap game tryna get my motherf-ckin’ ends to meet
got tired ah walkin’ the streets and patch my feet all on the concrete
ten toes down do not f-ck around, on this black and blue part ah town
you best to grab yo tone when n-ggas wid gold t–th come around
now i might be the p, to the s, to the y, to the c, to the h, to the o
but i’m still about my cash flow so back up off me hoe
now who’s to say a n-gga from the south ain’t got the right to be
nationwide?
?when moms put the game down?
was the first motherf-cka n-ggas see on tv’s and wide
chargepartnaz in the house, n-gga run ya mouth
n-gga straight from the motherf-ckin’ dirty south
we started this, so why you cryin’ b-tch
that’s why we kick ya motherf-ckin’ -ss out the cl!ck
ya got anna joan, betta bring it on
every motherf-ckin’ chargepartna carry tone
n-gga bonafied, n-gga sure to find
ya cl!ck showin’ up on record lable nationwide

[chorus]

[verse 3: c-roc]
feel me, comin’ from the land ah m-town to flex
and i ratter tatter tatter put ya down in the ground
and chomp up the street smart, family
are you ready to go to war?, can you handle me?
every hater want a song when i’m down to clown
jealousy’ll will never get the best ah me i’m firin’
enemies to the ribs, every motherf-ckin’ n-gga gonna feel it
every gang, every cut, wanna ride wid a rut
yet still, yet still i gotta tell ’em what’s up
straight from a chevy, to the lex, or a plane, to a jet
sippin’ dom perignon out a cup, enemy duck
never put trust in the ones that i ride wid
we stay timed to cl!ck up
used to be bigger but i not scared
plus i don’t get what i’m livin’ for will i corrupt
we comin’ so clean on you haters and thinkin’ it’s love
but we worryin’ for sets that are close
the gangsta boo family that gimme respect
take they b-tches and serve ’em we send to the door
and we bust if you don’t know
get twisted by steppin’ or vampin’ a hation a gs
street smart baby gimme the contract
cause all the productivity will make it achieve

[chorus]

- chargepartnaz

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