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letra de aggy - chavo

[intro]
(yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

[chorus]
you know these hoes be at me
you know these hoes be aggy
i be rollin’ up weed by my lonely
but i’ll give you some weed, you could match me
don’t run off with swag from me, no
the last b-tch had the audacity
i love when you dress it up, steppin’ out
lookin’ just like a masterpiece
you belong in a mausoleum
hit the [?]
blow a few racks with me (uh-huh, yeah)

[post-chorus]
the n-ggas with me
yeah, that’s my faculty
they shootin’ with accuracy
don’t worry ’bout them
just blow a few racks with me

[verse 1]
we shoppin’ at [?]
catchin’ flights, land at the palm trees (huh)
smokin’ up bomb weed
comme des garcons, and it’s long-sleeve
yeah, she know that her hair hang
betsey johnson dresses, so it’s [?]
fendi for days, let it marinate
you can go and eat the cake, anna mae
she know that my bread long
blow it all ‘fore the feds come (huh)
i thought that you said somethin’
f-ck n-gga, know it’s redrum
i’m always keepin’ it with me
how could i put it so simply
i know these n-ggas, they envy
srt, this ain’t no hemi
roll up the gas, yeah
you know we got plenty (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i came out the trenches, but you can’t smell it or tell it
’cause n-gga i made it
i’m f-ckin’ this cash up
my mama tell me slow down, and just pace it
i’m glad i wasn’t in that trap house
when they kicked the door down, and they raided
my b-tch is the baddest
yo’ hoe is just basic
[chorus]
you know these hoes be at me
you know these hoes be aggy
i be rollin’ up weed by my lonely
but i’ll give you some weed, you could match me
don’t run off with swag from me, no
the last b-tch had the audacity
i love when you dress it up, steppin’ out
lookin’ just like a masterpiece
you belong in a mausoleum
hit the [?]
blow a few racks with me (uh-huh, yeah)

[post-chorus]
the n-ggas with me
yeah, that’s my faculty
they shootin’ with accuracy
don’t worry ’bout them
just blow a few racks with me

[verse 2]
pull in bentley b’s
gotta 40 wit’ a lemon squeeze
yeah, she text “what we finna’ eat?”
i’m out – gotta get it by any means
they wanna whack me like kennedy
middle finger to my enemies
i’m at your door, like “remember me?”
sent some shots to your kidneys
i put some glass on my lil’ bae
it was flawless and invisible
seen my ex, like the other day
she was walkin’ ’round miserable
yeah, you hate when i’m off the percs
i love how it feel when i’m into you
yeah, fly your ass out to [?]
let you tan with a friend or two
yeah, i’m always buying these expensive purses even though they identical
yeah, she say she want to go and brush her t–th
so i pass her my genitals, yeah
let a n-gga try my bae, i’ma pull up and then let it go
all my hoes, had to let ’em go
you my baby, had to let you know, yeah
[chorus]
you know these hoes be at me
you know these hoes be aggy
i be rollin’ up weed by my lonely
but i’ll give you some weed, you could match me
don’t run off with swag from me, no
the last b-tch had the audacity
i love when you dress it up, steppin’ out
lookin’ just like a masterpiece
you belong in a mausoleum
hit the [?]
blow a few racks with me (uh-huh, yeah)

[post-chorus]
the n-ggas with me
yeah, that’s my faculty
they shootin’ with accuracy
don’t worry ’bout them
just blow a few racks with me

- chavo

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