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letra de off the lot remix - cheromani

[verse]
my n-ggas rockin’ that prada-prada
you can get k!lled for a dolla-dolla
give a f-ck what you said, i’m like rodda-rodda
yeah, and that n-gga got popped like a perc
get put on a tee, what size your shirt?
i might get rich, i feel like fifty
brand new b-tch, she keep wearing balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci
i’ma get rich, p diddy
bad lil’ hoe just give me that kitty
if a n-gga get shot, then he running like ricky
d-mn, my n-ggas gon’ level up
i might ride in that benz or the tonka truck
sippin’ purple, that icky, that double cup
and my n-ggas, we madе a way
i stay f-cked up n-gga, don’t die in your place
b-b-tch i put that on my gravе
smart ass n-gga, i ain’t failing my grades
whole lotta lean, whole lotta wock
i’m in la where the sun don’t stop
b-tch i might cop me a drop
n-gga run up, and he might get popped
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

[interlude]
and i swear, n-ggas not as real as me
real sh-t
[verse 2]
young n-gga, bl!ck em
silly rabbit, you can’t trick me
three glocks n-gga so picky
and i told my n-ggas i gotta go get ’em
my n-ggas shoot like dirk, talkin’ nowitzki
you know my cup too p-ssy
and look at your b-tch, she miss me
i told her to hit it, can’t give her no d-ck ’cause i’m busy
i ain’t talkin’ no yeat, yeah that’s twizzy
your b-tch said she hot dog, n-gga i’ll give her the glizzy
f-ck a b-tch, talk about big
lil’ twizzy gon’ spin on his block like a motherf-ckin’ fidget
lil’ n-gga run, i ain’t talking for president
taliban, b-tch we takin’ your residence
and i swear my lil’ broad, she came from heaven man
runner gon’ bl!ck him, xd gon’ hit him
i tote my rocket, the clip, it’s gon’ d-ck him
all my attire is rick and some denim
look at my whip b-tch, the windows are tinted
don’t go and comment and post your opinions
she gon’ get slayed, she swear that i’m sinning
we don’t cop matching fits but i swear that we twinning
young n-gga, bl!ck em
silly rabbit, you can’t trick me
three glocks n-gga so picky
and i told my n-ggas i gotta go get ’em
my n-ggas shoot like dirk, talkin’ nowitzki
she ain’t had no bread, so i paid for her titties
texaco, my b-tches drip in the city
and i walk in the club, i don’t got my bl!cky
[outro]
i don’t got my-
and we really up?
i ain’t talkin’ no yeat, yeah that’s twizzy
your b-tch said she hot dog, n-gga i’ll give her the glizzy
f-ck a b-tch, talk about big
lil’ twizzy gon’ spin on his block like a motherf-ckin’ fidget
lil’ n-gga run, i ain’t talking for president
taliban, b-tch we takin’ your residence
and i swear my lil’ broad, she came from heaven man
runner gon’ bl!ck him, xd gon’ hit him

- cheromani

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