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letra de sum it up - daboii

[intro]
lil’ reece produced it
lil’ reece produced it

[verse 1]
b-tch you ain’t tryna make no bands? keep it movin’ then
yo’ diamonds lookin’ stiff, they got no rhythm, who yo’ jeweler is?
n-gg- streets ain’t nothin’ but a gamble, you gon’ lose to win
she be lookin’ at my print through my gray sweats, what you gon’ do wit’ it?
mama always told me watch my back ’cause i’ma lose my friends
i can tell that you a wannabe, you too loose wit’ it
n-gg- send them shots up over here if that shoe fittin’
yeah i’m off that juice but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no juice & gin
one eye got a temper he can’t control, he might just shoot ya kids
n-gg-s get back doored by they own homies, now they coo again
my music sell like crack but sometimes i think about movin’ bricks
and i stay up in the latest fashion ’cause my boostin’ b-tch
yo’ b-tch say she tired of yo’ -ss you a two minute pumper
got some wild n-gg-s by my side, they just dumb and dumber
who really f-ckin’ wit’ me? b-tch i got more bars than w-lly wonka
come and get yo’ b-tch, i had enough bro, i don’t really want her
pull up in that honda wit’ no plates, do you really want it?
beef confusin’ n-gg-s i can’t stand ’em, is we really funkin’?
they gon’ turn me up in every club, got my sh-t in motion
y’all can keep my exes i ain’t trippin’ ’cause them b-tches rodents
freaky lil’ b-tch, baby tryna rub my d-ck wit’ lotion
we can skip the four play lil’ baby can you split ’em open?
told the b-tch i loved her while i hit it ’cause it fit the moment
four in a 20 oz you might p-ss out when you hit the potion
watch me hit this n-gg-‘s favorite granny wit’ a upper cut
and knock out rounds to give for any n-gg- think he tough enough
play a n-gg-‘s sister, brodie mad? i beat her brother up
loud mouth nickel up out this glock i bet it shut ’em up
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, just to sum it up
what is that i’m drinkin’? not a question if i’m double cupped
you don’t feel safe in that jungle of gorillas, you ain’t gunnin’ up
say you runnin’ up a bag? we have a lie, you don’t run enough
they was sleepin’ on me but this year i bet i hush ’em up
treat me like i made it but i still feel like i’m comin’ up
you gon’ get yo’ man’s a head shot if you pump it up
babby wit’ a odor? i can’t hit it baby yucky yuck
giggin’ to the beat now she like the way i do my dance
put a bounty on ’em, what you think them boys gon’ do for 10?
soft without they gang but when they wit’ ’em n-gg-s super saiyan
bring it to a n-gg- front door like i’m movin’ in
and i don’t f-ck wit’ no n-gg-s just to sum it up

[outro]
you ain’t one of us
i don’t f-ck wit’ no n-gg-s just to sum it up
naw n-gg- you ain’t one of us
just to sum it up
lil’ n-gg- you ain’t one of us
look, toughen up
b-tch

- daboii

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