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letra de let me get that - chello

[intro]
yo, sit up, n-gga
yeah, sit up
yeah
uh, side to side
we are
yo, yo
yeah yeah, come here, come here
let me ask you somethin’
yo, nah, nah
don’t run
nah, nah, stop, yo, yo, stop
don’t run, come here!
ch-llo, n-gga

[chorus]
n-gga took a loss, now i’m thinkin’ bout the get back
lookin’ for a vic’, so the pound where my hip at (uh)
it’s all fun and games ’til that thing go cl!ck-clack (b-r-r-r-ap)
like, “let me get that, uh, let me get that” (boom)
heard he gettin’ change, so we layin’ where he live at (ahh)
run in his spot sprayin’ where his dame and his kid at (b-r-r-r-ap)
yap ‘im for his chain, have him payin’ for his sh-t back (p-ssy)
like, “let me get that, let me get that”

[verse 1]
it’s all fun and games ’til n-ggas catch you laggin’
like, “come off all them thangs, ring or cross, all the same”
i do it for the n-ggas tryna sell it to users
f-ck all that fakin’, it’s that felony music
wasn’t jokin’, i said it, they all dinner
yeah, summer here, but the plug ain’t sent c0ke to me all winter
come right down on you rappers, ain’t y’all ‘posed to be all k!llers?
street’s slow, might pull up to them shows just to rob n-ggas
yeah, i saw duke in traffic tryna style, i had the strap, though
i raise and start squeezin’, bullets jammed in the mac, though
a n-gga stomach touchin’, f-ck the phony fake bluff
say, “son, n-gga bust a move, them thangs done”

[chorus]
n-gga took a loss, now i’m thinkin’ bout the get back (right)
lookin’ for a vic’, so the pound where my hip at (uh)
it’s all fun and games ’til that thing go cl!ck-clack (b-r-r-r-ap)
like, “let me get that, uh, let me get that” (boom)
heard he gettin’ change, so we layin’ where he live at
run in his spot sprayin’ where his dame and his kid at (b-r-r-r-ap)
yap ‘im for his chain, have him payin’ for his sh-t back
like, “let me get that, let me get that”

[verse 2]
front like he hard, like he hundred-proof
f-ck around and get bucked, the homies been robbin’ since some were youth
street slow, we all sheisty, fly, no ice
he stashed the work on my man, young–ss mama don’t like
lost a couple on the cook-up, tried to win it all at the dice game
went half with my man, but he was shook up
oversee, that’s how we ‘posed to act, get your big homie yapped
i f-ck with pretty chicks and sn-tch shines off the phony cats
my homie tried to kick it, told me ’bout a l!ck
he got the word on a shipment, we can merge in the district
it take less than a word, shoulda purged if he trippin’
planted the jukes, that man slippin’ then that man’ll get booked
gone

- chello

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