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letra de ​city - ​che

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[intro]
(that boy jdolla go crazy)
ha

[chorus]
b-tch tried to run with my sh-t, front him like, “gimme that”
b-tch [?] from my muh’f-ckin’ city at
no, i don’t f-ck with your music, your sh-tty ass (ha)
i fell in love with a white ho, where henny at?
how you got drank but don’t know where the semi’ at? (no)
n-ggas be fake, they ain’t provin’ they pity ass
“che, how you get all that gun with your p-ssy ass?”
k$ubi keep askin’ the low for the cvs
[verse 1]
i f-ck your ho in the top floor city, man
no, i can’t go, but the chop’ gon’ get his ass
no, i ain’t [?], but the rock gon’ split his ass
no, i can’t fold, but the knock gon’ split his ass

[bridge]
(hahaha)
(know i can’t go with a [?])
(know i can’t go with the stock on)

[verse 2]
i brought the ho to a tahoe, huh
she with my bro, where the [?] go, huh (bah)
these n-gga burned for a taco, huh
brotha been cookin’ like rocco, huh (gimme that sh-t)
brotha gon’ check it, that’s not yours, huh
gle tonka with [?] pumps (ahh)
two glock .40s, they aim at your mother
f-ck out a blood, it’s my muh’f-ckin’ brother, man
glocky turn him to a dub likе a [?]
speak for 4ersona, but no, we not onе of them
ricks hit my socks, i said, “f-ck it, i’m one of them”
“che? he a god, hope you know you ain’t touchin’ him”
glocky gon’ aim at his [?] like lunch and ’em
not with a k, then we muh’f-ckin’ cuttin’ them (grah)
[chorus]
b-tch tried to run with my sh-t, front him like, “gimme that”
b-tch [?] from my muh’f-ckin’ city at
no, i don’t f-ck with your music, your sh-tty ass (ha)
i fell in love with a white ho, where henny at?
how you got drank but don’t know where the semi’ at? (no)
n-ggas be fake, they ain’t provin’ they pity ass
che, how you get all that gun with your p-ssy ass?”
k$ubi keep askin’ the low for the cvs

- che

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