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letra de clear the air - fwc big key

[verse]
drac’ and the glock when i ride, f-ck that loose sh-t (we on that)
ask bro, i caught the last opp in his duke’s whip (facts)
the n-ggas y’all be thinkin’ on that never do sh-t (at all)
ridin’, tryna lay a n-gga down with this two-six (we lurkin’)
fully loaded, b-tch, i dare a n-gga take somethin’ (come on)
glock’ll stop a n-gga in his tracks, this b-tch got brakes on it (n-gga)
we don’t dance, b-tch, we ain’t lil saint homies (get it?)
the sauce hot ’cause you n-ggas put some frank’s on it (hot sauce)
get robbed by out-of-town n-ggas (huh), y’all was made sweet
everywhere i go, i got two k’s, i’m a game freak
tryna eat this ice, i’ma give your ass a brain freeze
we done madе the doctor sew his head likе we made weave
you boys ain’t cook no beef for real, them n-ggas eat they steak raw (lame)
k!llin’ me won’t happen just like cardi f-ckin’ takeoff (never)
been ballin’ all season, i’m just waitin’ for the playoffs (i’m ballin’)
pockets got a knot even if i take the k off (get it?)
the opps don’t play with us, they know that get-back real
yeah, i’m number one wherever like a big mac meal
post her on the ‘gram if your b-tch that real
most n-ggas only crazy when they get that pill (i swear to god)
tryna play me on the ‘gram like i’m a b-tch n-gga
only thing g-y is the glock, it’s a d-ck in it
finna apply scud zone, this b-tch flip n-ggas
let me hear he told the truth, we gon’ strip n-ggas (strip club)
tryna find me, that’s gon’ make a n-gga lost
when i put this chop to work, i’m tryna lay a n-gga off (n-gga)
yeah, you the type to take a n-gga sauce (lame)
mark a real demon, n-gga, he’ll face you in the mall (what up, mark?)
we like a hoop team, ’cause we score in transition
how you can’t find me? i’m in the hood, transmission (get it?)
one call, got him dropped, i guess he had cricket
paid n-gga, had pape’ before a pandemic
you paid ten, i paid four hundred, these two different type of lines (cream)
like you all the way in cali, we on two different type of times (get it?)
trippin’ with that stick all out in public like i’m blind
i’ma win wherever n-ggas send me like i’m bron (n-gga)
most hated in the city, got that name from drillin’ (sh-tt)
most hated in the city, y’all got that name from stealin’ (stealin’ sh-t, n-gga)
actin’ like he gang, i bet we take his bl!cky (we need it)
glock 43 is small, but this b-tch take a fifty (boy)
just me and this glock all in a n-gga hood
boy, if i had a genie, i’d wish a n-gga would
[outro]
cash gang sh-t, n-gga

- fwc big key

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