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letra de i bet - fmb jocahvelly, eastside reup & fmb zay

[intro]
(jose the plug)

[verse 1: fmb jocahvelly & eastside reup]
i heard your b-tch want me to bend her over
somebody call the lean man, i’m ’bout to grab a soda (pop)
yeah, she bring me p’s in, this b-tch from minnesota (yeah)
but let her run off with that bread, i’ma get her toasted (yop)
yeah, i love them long legs, she hit ’em with the lotion (yop)
and i can get a n-gga robbed, she leavin’ n-ggas open (yeah)
she turn around with my sh-t and brung it into focus
plus i got shooters on my team, it look like i’m coachin’
and sc on her way back, she get closer and closer
she told me that she tryna eat, she got tired of the hunger
and, yeah, her n-gga so weak he gon’ try to expose her
that’s why she’d freak for me, let me nut on her closure
i bet if he heard i hit, he’d be so sick
i bet he don’t know i know she can’t take no d-ck
i bet if i fall off, i’ma take your sh-t
i bet i’d show a n-gga how to draco get (ayy)

[verse 2: eastside reup]
n-ggas tellin’ big stories, n-ggas all cap (all cap)
i bet if he fall off, he gotta pay it back (he gotta pay it back)
soon as you run through that money, you gotta bring it back
n-gga, we know you ain’t got a bag (nah), you was loaned that (nah)
got my own bag, i turned around and i ain’t turned back
a hundred pack, i turned it into two hundred
so i keep the juice comin’
n-ggas all talk, ain’t gon’ do nothin’ (ain’t gon’ do nothin’)
two chopsticks, drop off two-somethin’ (drop off two-somethin’), yeah
young n-gga takin’ risks, ayy (takin’ risks)
hold on, n-gga, let me talk my sh-t, ayy (talk my sh-t)
name another n-gga talk sh-t like this
that bright sh-t, that white sh-t, i got it off my wrist, n-gga (i got it)
ayy
[verse 3: fmb zay]
i was young as h-ll gettin’ it off them trips
a half a brick of uncut raw get you rich
hopin’ if i put a three on it, it’d stick
my fiend gave it a seven, i was okay with a six
tryna give a n-gga sixty months, i’m like, “f-ck no”
possession of a hundred, the other half was just cut dope
chop hold a hundred with a knife on it, this b-tch cutthroat
catch me down the way with a bad b-tch and she snort coke
i bet i can turn a split to a quarter brick
i bet if i go broke, i’m extortin’ sh-t
i bet if we catch you out, we torchin’ sh-t
a n-gga caught one to the face, still sore from it

[verse 4: damjonboi]
them ars hit his body and tore some sh-t
they tryna be like jonboi, of course i’m him
we got jose on the keys, you know it’s a hit
reup, my brother just been him, i’ma blow up some sh-t
blood met me at the spot with a whole package
sent them b-tches by the sink and let the hoes wrap ’em
my whole section in the system, n-gga, free the shooters
ain’t n0body make it out my hood but me and skuba
i was just in east harlem with the savages
you was somewhere in the city with the scavengers
n-ggas tried to pull a move, thought i was a p-ssy
catch his ass at the coney, smoke him like some cookie

- fmb jocahvelly eastside reup fmb zay

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