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letra de armada! - cruz cartel

[intro: ghulii]
uh, uh
let’s get it westside

[chorus: ghulii]
m-m-m-my style flossed, b-tch i don’t ask what it cost
couldn’t care less how i get my point across
squad carry big sticks like we play lacrosse
when we come around, hear a round of applause
g-g-gangstas move in silence like the g up in lasagna
she said that’s the homies, i said b-tch that’s the armada
spend on stupid sh-t, porque no es nada
but we boutta blow up, like we were granadas

[verse 1: bbr & -donthekid-]
(aye)
don and leo told me to hop on the track i’m like okay
cops pullin up both ways, oh sh-t i don’t want no case
she a bad influencе remind me of my old days
tryna take my lifе, come and see what the pole say
it go
-grra grra grra grra grra-
for real it do
stereo up, windows down when i’m in the coupe
baby stop tryna drop my pants when i’m in the stu
n-gga throwin up hands now he lookin for his tooth
heavy t pull up with ganja, now we smokin like rastas
she be on my linguini, shawty fiendin for this, pasta
yes you dropped a track but it was borin, you lost us
go back to your 9 to 5 n-gga you lost us
eat the backwood like a snicker bar, now it hittin hard
you see me whip a whip, you know that sh-t is an expensive car
i just sold a pack to a n-gga behind a mini-mart
you not a b-tch but god d-mn, you can play the part
[verse 2: donthekid]
man down, tell him get up
too much beef on my plate, b-tch i’m fed up
talk sh-t, i don’t really hate
really tryna get my bread up, boy you better catch up, uh
lookin at my moves for a mess up
got your guard down but i really got my head up
w-w-want shade get a curtain in the room, wake up
i could really pick a view
money rain down, pay-per-view
all up on my phone she ain’t picking you, she plan on ditching you
yeah ash i could pikachus
back up, getting rid of you
turnt up, we forgetting you
in the stu, got a stick, i don’t really play pool
skrt up in the whip, ice on so we cool (skrt skrt skrt)

[verse 3: heavy t]
i hop in your optics, the god is crossin mission street
gotta get it g on my way to chew through, and rip a beat
last week, me and the team was eatin for 7 hours back to back in the lab
while you remain lack, slash lackin swag, it’s sad
you got no drive, like a cab of the backend, yeah bruh
the dragon has entered, spittin flames, rippin names, and strippin babes
we live different mane
this sh-t changes every day kid
but when i make it i’m giving back to my main clique
them who at two we was hangin, 2022, new year’s and we still hangin b-tch!
[chorus: ghulii]
m-m-m-my style flossed, b-tch i don’t ask what it cost
couldn’t care less how i get my point across
squad carry big sticks like we play lacrosse
when we come around, hear a round of applause
g-g-gangstas move in silence like the g up in lasagna
she said that’s the homies, i said b-tch that’s the armada
spend on stupid sh-t, porque no es nada
but we boutta blow up, like we were granadas

- cruz cartel

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