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letra de more ammo - co3

[intro]
gotta be shorty
yeah
h-llo
yeah, what you doin’?
i’m doin’ my hair right now (foreverolling), where you been at all day?
in south vegas, movin’ ’round like a man
oh, that’s [?]
yeah, let me talk to you though
you always on the block, by night [?] sh-t, you need time for me (foreverolling)
you know what? i’ma see you soon though, you know i need my [welcome?] though
man, why you can’t leave the block?
i don’t know, i’ma get right soon though (foreverolling)

[chorus]
every time i hear some flawed sh-t, i buy ammunition (no rap)
she like, “celo, leave the block,” want me to pay her visits
how i’ma leave the trenches? i can’t leave my members
but most of ’em alive, lost a jail call, i can’t leave ’em sittin’
i can’t show affection, i gotta stay on point, my lifestyle reckless (i gotta stay on point)
cut off sh-t-eaters, they too messy (they too messy)
i don’t need sh-t but my dead members and my [grandma dress?] (i need my [grandma dress?])
we spinnin’, bait him in like a fish (bait him in, frrt, frrt)
really get active, still countin’ up paper, her last dude wasn’t on sh-t (wasn’t on nothin’)

[verse 1]
he fried, i ain’t lookin’ for deebo (yeah), lil’ pop, he got a brick (props to my pop)
after every show, fill the bnb up with vibes, everybody picked
after i stacked that ten and flipped a twenty (yeah), i made time for you
and you know i don’t be f-ckin’ with none of your friends (uh-uh-uh) ’cause they be lyin’ for you (i don’t f-ck with them)
long as i got me a stick, i’ll walk anywhere, act like a blind lil’ dude (yeah, yeah, no rap)
told me every time she see my picture on the ‘gram (yeah), that sh-t just change her mood (she feel 3)
head good and i chopped her, what size your shoe?
south vegas set the trend, he know they gon’ bite (yeah), we can bring back truth (bring truth back)
sh-t get real, conversation with the plug, shootin’ [?]
i know it’s a race (i know), i’m [determined?] with the switch, how the f-ck i’m gon’ lose?
n-gga died on your watch (yeah, n-gga died on your watch), i swear to god you can’t tell me how to move
your whole lifestyle a facade, don’t be an example, we make opps eat through tubes (yeah)
[chorus]
every time i hear some flawed sh-t, i buy ammunition (no rap)
she like, “celo, leave the block,” want me to pay her visits
how i’ma leave the trenches? i can’t leave my members
but most of ’em alive, lost a jail call, i can’t leave ’em sittin’
i can’t show affection, i gotta stay on point, my lifestyle reckless (i gotta stay on point)
cut off sh-t-eaters, they too messy (they too messy)
i don’t need sh-t but my dead members and my [grandma dress?] (i need my [grandma dress?])
we spinnin’, bait him in like a fish (bait him in, frrt, frrt)
really get active, still countin’ up paper, her last dude wasn’t on sh-t (wasn’t on nothin’)

[interlude]
h-llo, bae
what you got goin’ on?
finna leave the junt, i’m finna head back to my spot
man, when i’m gon’ see you?
soon, i told you that
man, i ho-hope you don’t treat me like my last n-gga, [?] not show me different
i’ma show you different, i ain’t nothin’ like them, you know that
i’m tired of these lame-ass n-ggas
i already know, i’m finna go see you soon, chill out
and you ain’t finna treat me like no sh-t-eater like these other n-ggas
yeah, i’d never treat you like a sh-t-eater, i told you i got you
aight
say no more
come on, player
[verse 2]
i get paid off pullin’ crimes (yeah, yeah)
if i put you before that dough, i enjoy your time (i enjoy)
if she real, i f-ck with her (yeah), i ignore the signs
i can blow up any day (frrt, frrt, frrt), i’m a walkin’ landmine (landmine)
come through my [?], yeah, that’s your last mission (nah)
nah, we can go to war (war), we don’t do no ass-kissin’ (no ass-kissin’)
overstood, she gon’ feel 3, “cuh, you so different” (i’m so—)
he was pillow talkin’, now it’s time his ho miss him
i’m double down in traffic (yeah), i’m totin’ ‘bows with glizzies
we got switches, i’m tough as h-ll, he gon’ die with [?] (no rap)
if aob was a [caller?], i would be committed
’cause i’m shinin’ for my section (yeah), i give three f-cks ’bout that city (three f-cks), no rap (no rap)

[outro]
f-ck, f-ck everybody, yeah
three f-cks ’bout that city, no rap

- co3

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