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letra de on that - cuhzlocc

[intro]
uh
walkin’ like i’m talkin’, b-tch i really bend corners
look

[verse 1]
walkin’ like i’m talkin’, b-tch i really bend corners
white t, heater in the denim, gotta hold up
still i gotta make it off that motherf-ckin’ porch, uh
now it’s full of opps, and a plate full of torch, uh
i’m the menace, every sentence like a death note
n-ggas tweetin’ from they phones, i’mma let the tech smoke
b-tch i’m ruthless, i be moving’ like a mob boss
pressure make ‘em fold, i be pressin’ till they knocked off
never cap, ‘cause my name in they mama crib
shawty hittin’ what? like she tryna win a scholarship
that’s your queen? d-mn, ‘cause she just gave me all throat
i don’t cuff, taking matters, send her back broke
i’m the sh-t, ain’t no plunger finna fix that
i took your hustle, made a deal and i flipped that
i’m in the field, where the pigs never sit at
they ask around and finna say, “that n-gga been on that”, ‘cause you really know i’m on that

[chorus]
‘cause i’m on that, yeah i’m on that
you n-ggas knowing this sh-t boutta slap
‘cause i’m on that, yeah i’m on that, yeah
i ain’t trippin’ and you n-ggas not on that, ay
‘cause i’m on that, yeah i’m on that
you n-ggas knowing this sh-t boutta slap
‘cause i’m on that, yeah i’m on that, yeah
i ain’t trippin’ and you n-ggas not on that, cuh
[verse 2]
and i’m on the go, green light with no real brakes
ten toes down, with a burner and some snake lace
i ain’t never fake, i don’t smile for the net, though
i be slidin’ on a b-tch, threat, no sweat, though
i been loco, since a homie made a few
since the high school days, we were trippin’ like the tool
i don’t brag much, n-gga i just let the body drop
talkin’ big sh-t, boy you never seen an opp pop
i make plays no hustle, like a quarterback
i’m out the trap, where they cookin’ more than quarter sacks
f-ck a feature, i ain’t rappin’ with no weirdos
i’d rather make her ass bounce off dinero
p-ssy n-ggas sneak dissin’, that’s feminine
while i’m chillin’ gettin’ top from a citizen
i’m a demon with the angel face, ay
i’ll take your b-tch, then i’ll beat the case, ay
i’m the villain in a boy, boy i’m not nice
i done ran up all the digits like a glock twice
n-ggas know that i be chill but i’m the pressure
talkin’ all sl!ck, get your ass in a stretcher, pressure

- cuhzlocc

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