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letra de props - el hitta

[intro]
f-ck you mad for?
d-mn
i was just like you before
ain’t had sh-t

[chorus]
better watch
over your own shoulder ’cause these n-ggas out here plot
started off with nothin’, now i’m snappin’, get my props
‘member i was hungry, stomach growlin’ eatin’ slop
groovy gang forever and i promise i won’t stop
hear you work with money so i hide above your slot
got it out the mud it was me and draco, i
do sh-t for no reason, why the f-ck is you in shock
make his body fall and continue when he drop

[verse 1]
hoes know that i’m handsome, random
b-tches walkin’ up and i know they tryna clout chase
well, b-tch, you can’t about face
that’s the other way, i was lookin’ in the closet
and i was just trippin what i saw, a f-ckin’ louis shoe
chopper, fully, singin’ on you, doo-be-doo
she a eater so she with the chewie-chew
we can do whatever, groovy gang, movie shoot
if i like it, i might want it
i’ma sn-tch her at the moment
feed her d-ck, then went boneless
now she mad, disappointed
you r-t-rded, you a goner
a receiver, you a loaner
i’m a young thug, straight stoner
if she look good i’ma bone her

[verse 2]
started as a youngin’, upped that money all myself
i been takin’ drugs i think good for my health
every time she see me, she fall out, i mean she melt
dummy tried to trap me on that hot sh-t when he fell
i was always told play the hands you was dealt
bought a gucci bag, forgot my designer belt
litty said, “you can grab that one off that shelf”
comment on my pictures sayin’, “hitter, you somethin’ else”
fadeaway and disappear? hot, hot, hot, hot
someone bring a fan in here
finna do a hit, yeah, i need a van to steal
yes i’m movin’ silent, but best believe my man is near
yeah, i

- el hitta

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