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letra de fcr ft. apollo t - dillybruh

[hook]
*bong noises*

[verse 1: apollo t]
yea i had to get a check
had to get my diamonds dancin’
now they swingin’ from my neck
look at my wrist issa bust down patek
we gotcho b-tch in the back and she tryna give me neck
got these hoes on my phone cause they know i’m up next
christian dior on my shoes ya you know i had to flex
water water drippin’ from my rolex
make yo b-tch drool when she see them zeros in my check

[verse 2: dilly]
*car crash*
i just popped a molly now we rollin’ off the yak
all you pussies smokin’ mid, yea we smokin’ boof pack
i just took yo b-tch home and she suckin’ lika vac
my d-ck so long it’s guaranteed she comin’ back
i be posted in the corner with a draco on my hip
you know i’m comin’ strapped with extendos in my clip
pussy boy wanna rob me imma give him one tip
if you want smoke you gon’ have some bullets in yo lip
45 dollars really thought he hit a lick
i got shootas lookin’ for him they gon pull up wit a stick
mac 11 glock 9s they gon let that shit hit
had someone do it for you man you really are a b-tch
but 45 ain’t nothin’ to a man like me
i got money (yuh) just made a g inna week
i just wish you fake b-tches could see
mess with my money imma pull up wit a 223

[verse 3: apollo t]
double up the styrofoam cause my cup is muddy
i’m so fly up in the sky they call me kid cudi
thought you was sly in the rye when you robbed my buddy
but then it’s time that i see you shit gon’ get real bl–dy
took a right then a left now we rollin’ down yo street
yea we got 12 cars and we comin’ 30 deep
ain’t talking creepers when i drop the top off the jeep
servin’ hollow tips like mids cause they put yo -ss to sleep
2 watches on my arm all i hear is tick-tokin
pulled up saw you out the window then you know i had to drop it
throw the choppa out and like a concert started rockin
b-tch you thought i wasn’t totin’ i got guns in my pocket
i’m goin bar for bar i’m going line for line
you f-ck wit dilly den’ you get dropped like a dime
if you f-ckin’ with his then you’re f-ckin’ with mine
you just a news story homie you can catch it at nine

- dillybruh

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