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letra de hitta - funkmaster flex

[intro: funk flex]
let’s go

[verse: bobby shmurda]
i go hard in that paint, n-gga
do you stink, n-gga?
f-ck you n-ggas think, n-gga
sh-t, b-tch, i’m gang, n-gga
big wolf-pack, we ain’t, n-gga
ate this tray, n-gga
i don’t even aim, n-gga
hashed his brains, n-gga
left in on the paint, n-gga
f-ck this flame, n-gga
ask my brother fame, n-gga
blow that thing, b-tch, since i was thirteen, n-gga
f-ck you think, these motherf-ckers put me in chains, n-gga?
’cause i’m wildin’, a motherf-ckin’ b-tch-n-gga
ask a snitch-n-gga, how i’ma take out hits, n-gga?
grr, clips at the clips, you know i’m dumpin’ off
it’s .30 on the glock, you know it’s guns involved
it’s .30 on the hood, you know it’s drac’s involved
funny b-tches running away, n-gga, sloppy vault
bunch of ice on my neck, you know, the f-ck you think?
runnin’ ’round with five-hunnid and a f-cking tec
i shot a n-gga last week, on gang, b-tch
they gon’ want to put a n-gga up on chains, b-tch
you know i’m ’bout my motherf-ckin’ paper, what’s up?
.20 got me, homie, and the .30 got you f-cking caught
i don’t even like to play games, n-gga
that’s why i came home and bought a cavе, n-gga
i’m choppin’ b-tches down every day, n-gga
had him flossеd up first day, on the plane, n-gga
icy, like the motherf-cking a, n-gga
i look like i came up off the a, n-gga, woo
but, i ain’t f-cking gucci mane, n-gga
big cripped up, with a motherf-cking bang, n-gga
yeah, i like to stand on top a motherf-cking n-gga
yeah, i’m young and i —- like, “what’s poppin’, n-gga?”
ha, buy a motherf-cking popper, n-gga
ha, i’ma motherf-ckin’ pop a n-gga
ask my motherf-ckin’ mobber, n-gga
shot a bunch of n-ggas, bruh, what the f-ck you claim, n-gga?
she say, “get out with your motherf-cking sneaks, n-gga”
she say, “get out with your motherf-cking crip n-ggas”
ooh, why you know it’s lit, n-gga?
i came home in your b-tch, n-gga, rich n-gga
look, n-gga, b-tch-n-gga
yeah, i’m in the spot with a stick, n-gga, brr
hop out my mama name
shot a n-gga, left him dead, on my mama, gang
this n-gga crazy, boy, i’m on my mama chains
and my neck, you too, and my brother’s clue
what the f-ck you do? i used to move to doobs
i’m talking s-xy ghost, n-gga, every f-cking weekend, i rob him through
go ask—
[outro: funk flex]
you know what it is
funk flex, bobby shmurda, we here, we hot
and on that note, f-ck you

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