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letra de mclovin - freddie gibbs

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[intro: benny the butcher & freddie gibbs]
pretty little, pre-
your lie, lie
pretty little, pre-
your lie, lie
pretty little, pre-
your lie, lie
we sell dope for a motherf-cking living, n-gga
you feel me? f-ck that rap sh-t
pretty little, pre-
your lie, lie (yeah, uh, yeah)

[verse: freddie gibbs & benny the butcher]
i was just f-cking them girls, i was gon’ get right back
i had a line on that soft, i was gon’ switch it to crack
i stuck to tires like i’m fixing a flat, swimming through racks
cooked my first zip, lost six, brought twenty-two back
b-tch, what you trippin’ on?
just sold a brick, still down to whip a song
i don’t even f-ck with the dawg, straight cutting fentanyl
she asked me if i’m f-cking her friend, just know i’m hitting y’all
f-ck an opp, two-fifty round drums when i give it to y’all
and it’ll make the shade room if these bloggers knew who i’m f-cking
it’ll make the same news if the feds knew who i’m plugging
you bought sixty grams off me, i probably threw in a dozen
you need a dope boy, b-tch, f-ck you gon’ do with a husband?
[pre-chorus: freddie gibbs]
b-tch, i been on the shade room, got three baby mamas, i’m thuggin
tmz been at my house, taking pictures, all of a sudden
heard the dea, they tossing indictments, they want to cuff him
i’ma leave up out the country with fake id like mclovin

[chorus: freddie gibbs]
b-tch, what you trippin’ on?
thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
monday, tuesday, wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(b-tch, what you trippin’ on?)
thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
sat-rday and sunday, i only talk on the family phone (sh-t)

[interlude: freddie gibbs & benny the butcher]
these motherf-ckers out here talking about, you know what i’m sayin’?
i’m tired of- i’m tired of all these n-ggas talking about this whole dope sh-t, the drug sh-t, n-gga
n-gga, i made it to the motherf-cking grammy’s, n-gga
you talking ’bout ”sh-t, i’ll show you the raw”, n-gga (yo, yo)

[verse 2: benny the butcher & freddie gibbs]
i treat her like coke, get her wet, then hit her with the ice
reward a single b-tch that’s faithful to a n-gga with a wife
plug hate me like i ran off with bundles and f-cked his wife
migo stabbed me in the eye, hit a dirty knife for the night
you ain’t never been in a gang war if you don’t know my life
feds got me up on the gang board, vl for life
big rabbit got a package, godd-mn it, i keep a sprite
when obama got elected, i caught a case with a wife (yeah)
b-tch, what you trippin’ on?
they want to know how i feel about mach workin’ with west
why would i give a f-ck? i’m rich already, i wish him the best
played the game where a brick get you death, a hit get you less
judged for the number on your shirt, but it won’t be mitch-ll & ness
you like to claim her, the truth is we shared the b-tch, so i guess
i sent her back with some cash in her purse and d-ck on her breath, yeah
i make my girl a star too from buying all that yola
gang hit again, y’all hoes still crying in toyotas
[chorus: freddie gibbs]
b-tch, what you trippin’ on?
thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
monday, tuesday, wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(b-tch, what you trippin’ on?)
thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
sat-rday and sunday, i only talk on the family phone (b-tch, what you trippin’ on?)

[outro: benny the butcher]
this for my n-gga doug
first n-gga ever gave me a brick, man
how i’m gon’ forget you?
that’s a chance, you’ll be kiddin’ me, haha
federal district attorney
bsf, n-gga

- freddie gibbs

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