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letra de talking shit - ftos twan

[verse 1]
if i’m up and you down, we gettin’ pape’ together
bring the wrong k out the crib, we finna change the weather
i’m finna chase this n-gga down like a german shepherd
lil’ b-tch, i don’t f-ck with you, you got bummy handle
n-gga say it’s up, then it’s up, i ain’t givin’ out passes
told him don’t shoot, but he shot, man, he trigger-happy
n-gga said he got that bag in, but he ain’t got that package
’cause them n-ggas ain’t doin’ what they say, them n-ggas just be rappin’

[verse 2]
i can put my foot on the ‘bow, i compressed it
and i need sixty-five an eighth, this the best sh-t
hit they block with this k, i guarantee i stretch sh-t
n-ggas act tough, they don’t know they got a deathwish
n-ggas want beef ’til you burn, now he tellin’
b-tches act tough ’til you f-ck ’em, now they yellin’
thirty in the glock, that b-tch sittin’ on my pelvis
bro cook the dope, grab the fork, he need extras
wrapped that sh-t so many times, you can’t smell it
the plug f-ck with me, when i call him, he gon’ mail it
hitting the stand, writing statements, all that sh-t tellin’
i k!ll ’em with fashion, caught a body in margielas
thirty-two for four-forty-eight, but i’ma mail it
[verse 3: grindhard e]
i need a hundred a line for this drank or i’m not sellin’ it
i don’t even buy drank from n-ggas, it’s probably tampered with
i just smelled some act’ in my dream, it was heaven-sent
woke up and told my b-tch to go and get some medicine
if ain’t codeine on the script, then it’s irrelevant
i got love out in cali, they just sent me clothes
i got a plug on the yay, but i ain’t sellin’ dope
and i got a plug on the drank, but you would never know
if i get a pint of hi-tech, i only sell a four
unc’ don’t smoke crack cocaine, but he be sniffin’ coke

[verse 4]
big boy ten mil’ hold twelve, this b-tch’ll sink a boat
put my young dog on your ass, somethin’ gettin’ smoked
they said the feds lookin’ for me, what the f-ck they want?
i’m in a scat everywhere like no the f-ck they don’t
made a hundred thousand off weed like, n-gga, f-ck that dope
everything i say now, i gotta talk in code
gotta watch what i say, ’cause feds tappin’ phones
n-ggas catchin’ fed cases ’cause they movin’ wrong
next package that i’m gettin’ gon’ be stupid strong
off-white everything, you sick i came vlone
’bout to hit the road with your b-tch, i had to send her home
switch the gurbs over from the iphone to the flip phone
just got a bag in, n-gga, but that b-tch gone

- ftos twan

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