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letra de celebration - ekt 40

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[intro]
(oh yeah, jugg)
ayy, that’s that—
stop playin’
we gon’ make it
boom, spin that b-tch
uh (ayy), uh (ayy), uh

[chorus]
ayy, ayy, ayy, we done lucked up
pull up in this ride, p-ssy n-gga done f-cked up
hang out the roof with the chop’, then bust somethin’ (brr)
ayy, ayy, ayy (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), we done lucked up
pull up in this ride, p-ssy n-gga done f-cked up
hang out the roof with the chop’, then bust somethin’

[post-chorus]
free all the opps ’til it’s backwards (why?)
so we can whack ’em (brr)
i told that p-ssy, “lil’ boy, don’t be lackin'” (lackin’)
yeah, sh-t’ll get tragic (yeah)
i toe-tap, n-gga, don’t play with me, b-tch (don’t play with me, b-tch)
n-gga, come try, extend with me, b-tch (brr)
n-gga, i’m fine, i’m straight in this b-tch
don’t tell me, “be safe,” ain’t no safe on the gl!ck (yeah, yeah)
[verse]
that n-gga know he got racks on his mind
but n-ggas be b-tchin’, move straight out of town (yeah)
they know how we livin’, they know how we dyin’
they pull up and shoot and they miss every time (brr, brr, brr)
walked up on n-ggas and looked in they faces
then n-ggas act like they ain’t see me at all (b-tch)
i swear to god, if i wasn’t fightin’ cases
then lil’ n-ggas would’ve been beaten at mall (b-tch)
yeah, n-ggas snitches (snitches)
yeah, n-ggas b-tches
n-ggas talk about me, n-ggas laugh about me
but you know that my name never get mentioned (huh, for real, for real)
who dissin’? (who dissin’?) uh
oh, he already got hit up (bop, bop)
my cousin, he chose a side and he roll with the opps (b-tch)
that’s why i f-ck with that n-gga (bop, bop, crazy)

[chorus]
ayy, ayy, ayy, we done lucked up
pull up in this ride, p-ssy n-gga done f-cked up
hang out the roof with the chop’, then bust somethin’ (brr)
ayy, ayy, ayy (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), we done lucked up
pull up in this ride, p-ssy n-gga done f-cked up
hang out the roof with the chop’, then bust somethin’
[post-chorus]
free all the opps ’til it’s backwards (why?)
so we can whack ’em (brr)
i told that p-ssy, “lil’ boy, don’t be lackin'” (lackin’)
yeah, sh-t’ll get tragic (yeah)
i toe-tap, n-gga, don’t play with me, b-tch (don’t play with me, b-tch)
n-gga, come try, extend with me, b-tch (brr)
n-gga, i’m fine, i’m straight in this b-tch
don’t tell me, “be safe,” ain’t no safe on the gl!ck (yeah, yeah)

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