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letra de third floor - fredo santana

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[hook: fredo santana]
i used to sell dimes on the third floor
now i got bricks by the boat load
i used to sell work by the corner store
now i can buy that d-mn corner store
n-ggas used to front me f-cking packs of sh-t
now i got crack like it’s ’86
and i ain’t just jumped off the f-cking porch
if you want war we can go to war

[verse 1: fredo santana]
thirty shots or better in my handgun
n-gga we play for keeps, we don’t shoot for fun
them bullets hot like the sun, you better run
hit you with this forty and shoot you with this tommy gun
the world is mine, i’m looking like tony son
f-ck a bad b-tch, i need a couple of ’em
el chapo with the work, i’m mister double up
vatos hit me up, he need a hundred of ’em
you know me sh-t, i tried to f-cking smuggle ’em
i got couple guns with a hundred drums
so when a n-gga ain’t done, this ain’t one of ’em
a couple thou’ sitting in my shoe box
and i’m so thug life, call me 2pac
a n-gga robbed you and you ain’t do nothing

[hook]
i used to sell dimes on the third floor
now i got bricks by the boat load
i used to sell work by the corner store
now i can buy that d-mn corner store
n-ggas used to front me f-cking packs of sh-t
now i got crack like it’s ’86
and i ain’t just jumped off the f-cking porch
if you want war we can go to war

[verse 2: peewee longway]
trappin’ out the bando since a f-cking youngin’
ran into lil’ fredo, had to f-ck with youngin’
serving o.j. mayo, 80′ crack one hundred
quick to make that cake, ol’ f-ck n-gga ain’t my mama
f-ck twelve, p-ssy n-gga, talking to your honor
a young n-gga been out the porch f-cking with drugs, serving president obama
all of my pockets are filled up with dope, the bird, that’s still in the bunker
don’t need your favor, i juug every summer
start i used to trap in now i own it
rolling pharmacy on four or five commas
i got the bands of o.g. marijuana
they asking about me all in tijuana
i ate a baby who gone keep it one hunna’
you think i’m chiraq when you play with my money
i smoke a pack, you say you be coming
i’m back to back and ?
? young n-gga drumming that used ?? get you gunning
talk to ’em fredo

[hook]
i used to sell dimes on the third floor
now i got bricks by the boat load
i used to sell work by the corner store
now i can buy that d-mn corner store
n-ggas used to front me f-cking packs of sh-t
now i got crack like it’s ’86
and i ain’t just jumped off the f-cking porch
if you want war we can go to war

- fredo santana

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