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letra de no free promo - cp

[chorus: cp]
he want beef, but he can’t get up, he at arby’s, i’m in n0bu
how these n-ggas hate in private, when they see me, they be cool
they ain’t know i was finna make it, so don’t say i told you
if i [?] the work to you, you bet i’m [?]
i be fresh as f-ck, i’m posting a pic right after i take the photo
one of my n-ggas always pourin’ lean, steady pourin’ ocho
i got a shooter shoot like dame lillard, poppin’ it from the logo
why these n-ggas always on my d-ck, they must want some promo

[verse 1: cp]
three pounds just to smoke myself, they think i’m drug dealin’
know you hear that pffff, that’s that sound of that cat peelin’
i push up in the coupe, pop outside, then i drop somthin’
she won’t be my b-tch, but she can’t, i can’t catch feelings
bet some money she gon’ let me f-ck, cause i’m hood famous
ever since a n-gga was a kid, they said i’m going places
he wanna be like bishop, this ain’t juicy, better be armed and dangerous
slow night in la, i link zb, we finna throw 10 and [?]
b-tches see some n-ggas with some chains and money and get to chosin’
n-ggas be broken and dirty, trying to diss, i swear that sh-t confusin’
my new hoe a brand new srt, your hoe a ford fusion
i just got a fifty for a tape, i already f-ckin’ blew it
catch him by the corner store, all you see was tire smoke
all my n-ggas icy then a hoe, like we selling coke
he gon’ make no money from your trap, what you sell fo’?
but he post a picture with his car, but he can’t pay the note
[chorus: cp]
he want beef, but he can’t get up, he at arby’s, i’m in n0bu
how these n-ggas hate in private, when they see me, they be cool
they ain’t know i was finna make it, so don’t say i told you
if i [?] the work to you, you bet i’m [?]
i be fresh as f-ck, i’m posting a pic right after i take the photo
one of my n-ggas always pourin’ lean, steady pourin’ ocho
i got a shooter shoot like dame lillard, poppin’ it from the logo
why these n-ggas always on my d-ck, they must want some promo

[verse 2: blp kosher]
blp forever dg, and you know i rock with cp
all you can eat, like its cicis
them boys’ ass, picking up feces
trap money benny, in my feelings, do you love me kiki
i’m sippin’ on ramune soda, you be hanging around lychees
when life gives you lemons, go get lyrical and physical
them jits be rockin’ out like sublime, don’t do subliminals
i’m talkin’ so pitiful, l rizz, that sh-t was criminal
i’m thinkin’ about them intervals, and it’s not even [?] the pinnacle
and i don’t even care if they don’t wanna pay me back, it’s just the principle
stop in the war, that gold-bittable, camouflage, i’ma go invisible
f-ck them boys, they all typical, fresh squeeze, we too original
they was evil, i already did forget, but that sh-t sound forgivable

- cp

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