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letra de ebony - chuckyy

[verse]
pop a perc’ and lose your life if you wanted to for sure
i’ll turn a ho up right now just ’cause bro ‘nem said i won’t
and when they callin’ me, they beggin’, that’s why i dnd phones
in the yami, i’m in traffic with jefe, three or four poles
n-ggas talk that gangster sh-t, then go out bad, they get exposed
nineteen, don’t got no kids, i got two cars and h-lla money
gangster n-ggas never shoot back, when they die, that sh-t be funny
hit they block, know i got two shots, i got drac’ and i got b-tton
60k pocket change, know i might blow that sh-t tonight
we been facetimin’ on skype, now i might send that ho a flight
bouncin’ back state to state, i f-ckеd like twelve hoеs in two nights
know i stopped sippin’ lean, so i still sip sprite with the ice
nyc, link with izzy, spent a hundred on my ice
every time i go rock a show, i hope smurk just get out that night
melly fightin’ a petty case, the police don’t wanna do right
they ain’t gon’ let bro bust a right, bail out right, hate he had to die
i smoke weed, know i get high, my mama happy for my life
i f-ck every hoes with condoms, i can’t get hit with the fye
tell the truth, b-tch, do not lie, my granny and grandaddy died
that’s why i wake up and strive
i’ma get my mom a billi’ and i bet she will not cry
she a girly, but a gangster, that’s why i f-ck with her vibe
she know i was blowin’ heaters ’cause i stole bl!ck from my dad
at least when i stole a whip at night on high-speeds, i ain’t crash
all this sh-t just happened fast, all this money comin’ in
i been rackin’ so much chicken, i’m gon’ buy myself a benz
all my lil’ bro know is spin, no abc, tote f&ns
hit a n-gga from the backside, he ain’t see him walkin’ in
whoever got ten million, ain’t tryna talk, pass me the pen
i’m only nineteen with two in the vault, i stand on biz
not to mention i walk around with like a hundred, it’s not a fib
play ball or tote a bl!ck ’cause where i’m from, that’s how you live
know n-ggas died on drills, they thought that they was him for real
.308 fire sh-t up, that chopper make his ass sit still
in the ‘raq, an opp probably gettin’ chased down while i’m up in the hill
you know this sh-t for real, my young n-ggas thirsty for a k!ll
you know this sh-t for real

- chuckyy

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