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letra de 762's - eastside reup

so,so,so,so,so, so good
(fmb dz)
with the door up
you know i really drive the whip with the door up
hm, hop up out this b-tch and make it go up
hm, landmines in my yard you might blow up

(sada baby)
hm, dz said he had the landmines in his yard on that one song you gon blow up
hollow tips actin like a pick lift his fro up
them 762s act like a lift
pick his hoe up, mhm

i just popped a perc on e and i might throw up
gotta balance out my drugs
pour’ 4 up
(huh) rest in peace to smurf i’m lookin at my four one
d i p around the block, i see the oops and i’m gon smoke one

and i’m gon whip 5, all facts ain’t no lie
everything i copped, don’t do no fronts, b-tch this all mine
ion give no passes you can’t cross me n-gga one time
pull up with them bands and get to marching like it’s drum line
slapping in the morning countin ten and then it’s lunch timе
b-tch i made a dub, the next day i’m on a grеy hound
oh i threw the k, i’m in the lex i’m putting plays down
if i take a loss the plug like sure, he like stay far
man you n-ggas ain’t squashing sh-t
can’t no n-gga hold me back
real n-gga way before rap
any n-gga coulda told you that
me and your b-tch ain’t bestfriends we everything more than that
i f-ck her , she love my straps
real good b-tch she poor my ack
boy my nickname no game cuz i ain’t playin none
when there’s smoke up on the floor they gotta save me some
they can’t check me at the door, they know i came with guns
shoot that n-gga while b-tch (?)
won’t let him raise his son

ain’t a n-gga b-tch or his life then we ain’t taking nothing
get to sangin while i’m high
b-tch i’m david ruffin
bust some plays in (?)
was off a 8 of tussin
they know i take this sh-t up top them n-ggas hate im bummin

b-tch i’m with all of the smoke i don’t run from nothin
bag will always get ran through cuz b-tch i come from hustlin
was on the run, running through bags
i was out here thuggin
and then same hoe that you love
she was out here stuffin
b-tch i’m up early countin cheese servin pieces off onions
let a n-gga try me
gon end up dead or something
she l!ck my cheek like it was molly on my face or somethin
he walked up on me like there ain’t bodies on this drac or something
i can’t sit still my p.o say she know i’m taking something
she can’t drop me, drink that certo yea no trace or nothing
i just did a prime send off for a 90 pack
of perc 10’s, b-tch i d-mn near threw the 90 back
i passed a couple of them out cuz they be likin that
like b-tch if i pass you this percocet you ain’t gon fight me back
like b-tch if i pass you this percocet you ain’t gon fight me back
(?)

- eastside reup

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