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letra de 1 bkitch - day3, asm bopster & juneboy3

[intro: asm bopster]
aye, that’s on three-o, that’s on the gang
asm murda gang, yeah, you know we bleed stains, slobs [?] on deezy
i got this one b-tch, then i got this other b-tch, then this other b-tch
they not my b-tch, but, thats my b-tch on the low
[verse 1: asm bopster]
aye, i got this one b-tch from schoolyard, she h-lla school
i got this one b-tch from eastcoast, she love to shoot
i got this one b-tch from ten-o, she love to suck d-ck
got this one b-tch from nine-o, h-ll nah she dont spit
got this one b-tch from forty, screaming spoetyyoety
she like tiny bop where you at, i’m tryna throat you
got this one b-tch from fourpack, she moving like that
yeah, this one b-tch from six-o, won’t get off my back
got this one b-tch off the еast, she want me to go deep
got this one b-tch off thе west, man her head she the best
slob-b-tch so sprung, she said she feel me in her chest
make a slob-n-gga run, i’ll put the bullet in his back
how you n-ggas say you gon k!ll me, you ain’t did nun’
n-ggas sayin’ “i got bodies”, boy you big frontin’
how the f-ck you say you big homie, you ain’t shot sh-t
i’m tryna put a slob down with this stock clip
[verse 2: day3]
i got this one b-tch from rollin’, she really roller coastin
we chillin’ on the east she pull up on us, then we blowin’
i got this one b-tch from ug, she really on her feet
i’m callin her for chip, i tell that b-tch to bleed the feet
why all these n-ggas talkin’ hot, like we won’t pop sh-t
we pull up on they block just to motherf-cking mob sh-t
im tryna lay a n-gga down, just for hot sh-t
and any n-gga run up on the gang, get him drop kicked
[verse 3: juneboy3]
been trappin’ all your life, still got no money, what you hustlin’ for
just met this bad b-tch, she a freak made her tocuh her toes
these f&ns hitting, really sn-tchin’ souls
she dropped my cup of sprite in the street, i’m bout to pour some more
this b-tch steady hitting my phone, say she want some more
d-mn, but i’m just guessing
caught ’em in the store, some blues, sent him to heaven
this double c, he didn’t know that, so we had to stretch him
n-gga, we just getting rich
don’t bring your b-tch around the gang, she might get hit
sliding in traffic, real cold, totin’ big sticks
don’t walk around thinking you cool, you gon get flipped
[verse 4: asm bopster]
don’t walk around thinking you cool, you gon get stripped
we lookin’ for your chain and your watch, yeah that’s a big l!ck
she think that she dancing on the glock, nah this a big d-ck
big bl!ck, see a n-gga lacking, imma spill sh-t
ayee, now we droppin’ the fives
i had to give up my chain, ‘cus i ain’t dropping no dimes
i had to hit ’em close range, had ’em right in the eye
n-ggas poppin’ bout the gang but you know they gon slide
see, i’m the king of the jungle, all gorillas gon die
you n-ggas lying in the songs, no y’all ain’t gon’ go slide
asm the murda gang, gon slide like the spies
know the drill bout these rap n-ggas, n-gga all them some lies
aye, you a b-tch in disguiese
you n-ggas coming out the jungle, all you n-ggas gon die
b-tch i’m the king of this jungle, all gorillas gon die
[outro: asm bopster]
aye, all my n-ggas [?]
we really slide on your block, tryna air some’ out
tryna slide on your block, tryna hit his house
i’m tryna slide on your block, knock your face off
catch a n-gga lacking with his b-tch, knock her lace off
n-gga on three-o

- day3 asm bopster juneboy3

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