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letra de go live - fredo santana

[intro: caper boy]
aye, wop go grab that tec, man (oh yeah)
tray savage load that fn up (mmmm)
lil boss po’ that sh-t up man (b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)
y’all know we smoke out the 448 (let’s get it)
pourin’ out the pints
aye, ball bring that money counter out, boy (yeah)
you know what the f-ck time it is, man (bang)

[verse 1: chief keef]
splashin’ on these b-tches, yeah that’s that sea salt (uh, uh)
all the horses in this foreign i’m like, “yeehaw!” (skrrt, skrrt)
you know we got that defense, let’s play b-ball (b-tch)
i think i’m going ray charles, i can’t see y’all (nah)
stunna shads on, b-tch, these the new capper’s (let’s get it)
this our sh-t, n-gg-, ain’t no new trappers
going forward in the foreign like i can’t move backwards (skrrt, skrrt)
you on that f-ck sh-t and take that b-tton it a tap ya
i’m with a white b-tch, she a c-ke head (yeah)
my mentality (let’s get it), is get more bread (uh, uh)
i’m in a fast car (skrrt), like it’s a snow sled (skrrt)
stick stickin’ out (skrrt), like it’s a forehead
let’s get it, bang

[chorus: chief keef]
no instagram, it can go live
i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s that play both sides
ikey smelt the dope when we drove past
stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas
b-tch, i’m fresher than a f-ckin’ hebrew
if you owe me, i see you (uh, uh)
walk in valentino, get a tee or two
yellow black whip, that’s that pikachu (skrrt, skrrt)

[verse 2: ballout]
ran off on the plug in ’09 (gang)
just f-cked a mob wife with a bow tie (gang)
i’m with blood now might as well call ’em slime
all i see is money, i think i’m goin’ blind
hater blockers on my face, i call these specs (specs)
hit neimans, we just ran through a check (check)
grab some f&ns, we just ran through the tec’s (tec’s)
i just f-cked her from the back on a f-ckin’ jet

[bridge : caper boy]
ball bring that money counter out boy
y’all know what time it is
all we wanna see is red and blue, n-gg-
or i should say red and green, n-gg-
blood and money, n-gg-
uh, uh

[verse 3: fredo santana]
rob a f-ck n-gg-, take his whole sh-t
ran off with yo’ pack, you a whole b-tch
b-tches in the trap, i make them hoes strip
them hoes don’t wanna f-ck? i make them hoes dip
i been gettin’ money since like ’06
phone boomin’, i just moved a whole brick
got a 100 shot, i shoot at yo’ whole clique
got a 100 shot, i shoot up yo’ whole whip
phone ringin’, d-mn, all this money comin’ in
‘member bein’ on the block, sellin’ 3 for 10
try to rob sh-t, i put one up in yo’ wig
i don’t carry .38, all i tote is sigs
let this beef get serious, i’ll smoke yo’ kids
these n-gg-s ain’t did what i done did
‘member runnin’ from the cops, had to hop the fence
and you can’t hang around, if you ain’t poppin’ sh-t

[verse 4: tadoe]
boy i’m on that savage sh-t (what?), stop that rappin’ sh-t
i’ll hit yo’ block, up then chops, automatic spit (grrah)
n-gg- we gon’ blast off, f-ck it, mask off
n-gg-s said they wit’ it, boy stop it, they look mad soft
in the trap get bags off (let’s get it), we got mad salt
b-tch you ain’t off molly, n-gg- (huh), that’s some bath salt
try to rob a back off, get you mad offed
b-tch i get that gaup like a cash crow (ffff, beep)

- fredo santana

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