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letra de 200 p's - eddie valero

[intro]
yeah
bandplay, what the f-ck took you so long, n-gga? (let the band play)
yeah

[chorus]
bandplay got that funky sh-t, dope boy with that bass inside
bought my son some prada shoes, hardhead, don’t keep the laces tied
nappy cuts, i’m in this b-tch guts, she got a lake inside
new spot with the safe inside
just to let them faces hide
dedicated, got a truckload, hit the road, no cdl
soon i down this pack, give her some racks, go get your bbl
my lil’ n-ggas cvl, b-tch, i’ve been him since cd players
cup on top to skate the p to scale, they wanna see me fail

[verse]
know this sh-t here crack, until they feel mе, them folks bumpin’ him
new york talkin’ numbers, slidе through harlem just like bump and them
all the b-tches humpin’ him
handout tryna get some from him
fat lil’ bags with comfy timbs, two hundred ‘bows, they come from slim
this sh-t on me froze, i need some snow boots and a floor heater
park the ‘vette, jump in the ‘hawk with the set in the four-seater
west coast, meet the plug, still ain’t went dry, b-tch, i’m the ‘bow keeper
humble, plus i’m c-cky, rich as f-ck, still hang with poor people
know i got that sh-t on like a newborn with the pampers swole
nino ‘fore he snitch, pour out champagne, you know i cancel hoes
half the batch was mad, you know i amped ’em up and got ’em sold
honey bun went icy white professor mode, popped out the ghost
rest in peace to nut, i still put down, i hate lil’ k!ller pads
make a store run, shot to target, i ran out of sealer bags
we ain’t what they on, tryna get rich, run up and fill a bag
bop the glocks, erase the numbers, scr-pe the side with brillo pads
tryna leave the streets, but this rap sh-t just ain’t paid enough
only problem love to pop, bruh hit my line like, “save it up”
push a b-tton and raise it up
f-ck david up, they gave it up
rumors in the streets, eat a d-ck whoever made it up
pray for n-ggas, p-ss me off, i turn up, let that metal slide
young ho got some good head, that just mean that b-tch tell better lies
first class, eat some peanuts watchin’ malcom x, need better vibes
up and down bipolar, sh-t ain’t been the same since deborah died
[chorus]
bandplay got that funky sh-t, dope boy with that bass inside
bought my son some prada shoes, hardhead, don’t keep the laces tied
nappy cuts, i’m in this b-tch guts, she got a lake inside
new spot with the safe inside
just to let them faces hide
dedicated, got a truckload, hit the road, no cdl
soon i down this pack, give her some racks, go get your bbl
my lil’ n-ggas cvl, b-tch, i’ve been him since cd players
cup on top to skate the p to scale, they wanna see me fail

- eddie valero

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