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letra de another n***a state (radio edit) - fla toot

[intro]
(ayy, low, we goin’ way, way, way up)

[chorus]
hundred ‘bows, they came in the other day (the other day)
soon as i touched ’em, they was gone in one day (one day)
trap jumpin’ so hard, i keep that weight (i keep that weight)
how i came the plug in another —- state? (how i did that?)
my —-, she love me and she fla (fla)
if-if-if you love me, you’ll get on the interstate (you’ll do that)
stack that check and flex it in they d-mn face (in they d-mn face)
how i came the plug in another —- state? (how i did that?)
[verse 1]
—- doin’ all that snitchin’ like it’s okay
and evеryone sittin’ ’round watchin’ it, rat race
feds bе listening to the music, watch what you say (watch what you say)
my european —-, she bad, she don’t speak no inglés (no inglés)
we gon’ hustle monday to monday
wrap them chickens up in a bundle
talk that —-, my jits, they coming
they’ll get the job done by in the morning
beating that —-, it sound like thunder
—- don’t want no drama
streets, they hot, —-, it ain’t summer
(streets, they hot, —-, it ain’t summer)

[interlude]
fla —-, —-, real street —-
yeah
in another —- state, i did that (i been did that)
facts (big facts)
yeah
it’s a takeover
trappers only (trappers only)

[chorus]
hundred ‘bows, they came in the other day (the other day)
soon as i touched ’em, they was gone in one day (one day)
trap jumpin’ so hard, i keep that weight (i keep that weight)
how i came the plug in another —- state? (how i did that?)
my —-, she love me and she fla (fla)
—-, if you love me, you’ll get on the interstate (you’ll do that)
stack that check and flex it in they d-mn face (in they d-mn face)
how i came the plug in another —- state? (how i did that?)
[verse 2]
jackers, they be movin’ in the city, they be kickin’ doors
and i know some real k!llers thuggin’, they’ll wipe your nose (swipe, swipe)
yeah, that —- sweet, he’ll drop his guard for a —-
book his ass for a show
get the job done for the low (for the low)
when we pushing blues, stamp them —- ’cause they overdose (yeah, they know)
that —-, he talkin’ —-, but he won’t talk —- no more (no more)
lil’ buddy a —-, he can’t do no time up that road
catch him slippin’ with his bro, —-, we gon’ up the score

[interlude]
up the score, —-, real —-
we can’t talk too much
know the feds be listening
f-nny bookin’ —-
yeah, yeah
let’s get it
trap —-

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