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letra de no hook - cr7 (glane)

[intro: yl, ]
glane, b-tch
grinna

[?] wavey beats

fresh money, baby

[verse 1: grinner]
f-ck them opps, they ain’t on p-ss
check the scoreboard, it’s mad
you left your ped and you wanna act bad
you don’t need to hide, just check my snapchat
when i post on my block, [?] i don’t lack
we got a man down and they ain’t rid back
when i see them man, i beg you, don’t dash
late night, in the trap, tryna see these racks
you’re taking l’s, you left your hat
and you got sliced in your face
so, just [?] out the bells on a 125
when we slide ’round there broadday
i don’t need to act
i can do this sh-t with gang
and i can do this sh-t on my ones
you serve to the cats and you ain’t got bands
man, i swear you need to hit [?]
never hit ot, so i’m stuck with the opps
and i ain’t tryna [?], yeah, you must be lost
big money in the ends, yeah, i make that prof’
and i don’t want s-x, all i want is top
and i been ’round there with a mop
so you know i’m tryna clean your block
trey-8, don’t give no toss
i’m surprised that he ain’t been locked
f your heart, i’m feelin’ all lazy
all this chitty-chat, it don’t fade me
in the trap, i’m talking to stacy
said she wanna try my poison, you’re crazy
i hear the sirens, that’s [?], too
and i got away, that was easy
got a pretty girl on my [?]
but i swear, that one’s just too right and fiesty
[verse 2: yl]
tryna score a goal this week
workrate comin’ like canting
they jus’ lie n’ put words on a beat
come n’ say that to man’s face
everyone turnin’ to roadman now
get back to your damm place
they went from runnin’ on pitch to runnin’ from gang
m[?], did you tie that lace?
don’t trip, you cut off the ped and ran in the whip
don’t lie ’bout the guys we’ve chased
on mum’s, imma get down all these nerds
why did bro not use that case?
how many times you got sliced in the face?
didn’t mum tell you to learn from mistakes?
how many times you got sliced in the face?
didn’t mum tell you to learn from mistakes?
h-llo, talk, h-llo, talk
have you not heard the lies they’re tellin’?
two-hand smoke in the ride and he does shows
but aw, nah, i ain’t seen sh-llings
i cannot say no names, if you know, then you know
i got links for selection of weapons
could be a pump or it might be a mat’
but, the glock is deffo my preference
“yl ain’t no drilla, he does music”
what do you mean?
way before i splashed man down, i dipped a yute at the age of 15
on the lurk with o and deeky
i might just leave it in [?] lane
i’ve done my dirt and i’ve put in the work
likke boy down, if you talk about scores

- cr7 glane

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