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letra de 30 percent - ebk bckdoe

[intro]
(ooh, fetti made this)

[verse 1: ebk bckdoe]
b-tch f-cking up my mode, i can’t think straight
you still got b00boo ass weed, that d-mn near [?]
i was on the road with five b-tches for like three days
you can ask them last n-ggas ’bout that freeway
like aye, n-gga, shoutout richie rich
this b-tch got her hand but she ain’t give me sh-t
ain’t n0body gave me sh-t when i was on the 6
she want jimmy choo and give me that, b-tch, you gon’ give me this
[verse 2: ssrichh33]
catch me bouncing out the load, balenciaga toes
n-gga, this a full g man, this is not no ghost
if i can’t get it out the b-tch then i’ma kick a door
and you n-ggas still f-ck with [?] and y’all know he told
n-gga, he is not a [?]
lil bro just caught another shh, he ain’t make no bail
go and check the scoreboard, you n-ggas taking ls
i know these n-ggas wanna smokе me but they nevеr will

[verse 3: verde babii]
aye, but they not gon’ do it
i know some n-ggas said that they gon’ k!ll me but they not gon’ shoot it
why the f-ck you flexing with that pole and you still ain’t use it?
sleazeball, i’m tryna turn her on to prostitution, aye
sleazeball, i’m tryna turn her on to selling b-tt
you gon’ f-ck these tricks for couple months then you gon’ fork it up
aye, ain’t no shooting from the load, we finna foot up
i heard your lil brother in the county scared to knuckle up

[verse 4: ebk bckdoe]
tryna hotbox this load and leave this b-tch smoking
i’ll beat your baby mama down until my hip broken
[?] i got bl!ck on me
like how that n-gga told and got rolled but that’s your big homie?
but aye, n-gga, it’s me, myself and i
give it here, this b-tch got until i count to five
i might just have to c-ck my arm back and sock her in her eye
i just lost my dead pack, somebody finna die
i just lost my dead pack, i’m finna smoke somebody
woke up in the pen h-lla mad, i’m finna poke somebody
if you seen me with them n-ggas it’s a throwback probably
before the doe i was lil lott, you don’t know that mani
before the doe i was lil lott but you don’t know that though
i only get my weed from [?], i don’t smoke no dope
i just copped six pink 10s, i’m finna [?]
i’m tryna cook a brick in here, rich, close that door
n-gga, they can’t even take the pain so i’m applying pressure
you can catch me with lil—he gon’ slide whenever
that n-gga said he can move a brick but i can move it faster
i don’t want a 304, i want exotic dancers

- ebk bckdoe

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