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letra de 76ers - g.t., babyface ray & peezy

[intro: babyface ray]
yeah, hm
yeah, pull up
mob (okay, treeze)
uh-huh

[verse 1: babyface ray, peezy & g.t.]
trust n0body, pull up wide body, money and respect, i’ll die ’bout it
took losses, n-gga, i done spilled lean, i ain’t cry about it, know i’m hard body
‘member back when it was 2017, 7:45 in front of hardbody’s
stop a n-gga bank, shootin’ .456, ain’t gotta go home, you know i got it
can’t stop at no red lights ’cause i’m ridin’ ’round in big wide body
you can act like it ain’t nothin’, n-gga, but about this paper, n-ggas die ’bout it
she a freak, but she act shy ’bout it, n-gga, 10-east got the line crawlin’
ayy, pass me that right there, hand me that, hand me that
yeah, yeah, i might go condo in london, switch up my style, switch up the vibe
my n-gga nick cannon, he come get wild and me out, i make a b-tch throw in thе towel
my n-gga just called me, hе want a p and a half, it ain’t gon’ take me an hour
i told him it’s good, i’m finna pull up right on you as soon as i hop out the shower
just give me a knife, gotta bust open a white, this here ain’t no flaw
and this sh-t light, my man’s want fifty pounds of ‘za and two in the south

[verse 2: babyface ray]
yeah, you ever went to the south, i’m burnin’ it down like nba gym on fire
the price of the brick goin’ up, when it be a drought, i learned all this sh-t from the wire
i took a few l’s, i’m learnin’ my lesson, these watches my only investment
louis damier, yeah, this chess not checkers, let the vibes in, rope off the section, n-gga
[verse 3: peezy]
walk up in louis, told ’em to give me the jersey, i ball like a freshman, n-gga
really havin’ pull, feelin’ just like jay prince when i’m out in texas, n-gga
might buy a bentley and paint that b-tch army fatigued just ’cause i’m a veteran, n-gga
two of my cars are half a million, can’t stop trappin’, in love with the feelin’
walk in the club, it ain’t no sections in here, say, “f-ck it,” we buyin’ the building
i’m pullin’ right up, as long as i’m paid, the spot can be dead, i’ma make me a k!llin’

[verse 4: g.t.]
soon as we walk in, hand us ones, the money gon’ go straight up to the ceilin’
streets get cold, n-gga, ain’t no love, f-ck all that playin’, get straight to the business
my goal was only ten thousand, the car that sit on twenty-six inches
and now i hop out a g5, big-ass benz with angels in it
i just made me another ticket, no cap, n-gga, how you livin’?
i could just wear me a rubber band on my wrist and they think i’m weight dealin’

[verse 5: babyface ray]
i just made me another ticket, no cap, how you livin’?
i can rock a rubber band, but this a pack, i come from ’em trenches
stylin’ on n-ggas and slayin’ they b-tches, i peep how they look, i’m feelin’ the tension
we up with trappers, really with gymnasts, i go a pack, they tell me to flip it
you cryin’, complainin’, you broke, better fix it, we put it on our man’s whenever you whip it
boy, this sh-t serious, wrote that in the kitchen, me, g.t., and peezy, the 76ers

(you recordin’, smerf?)

- g t babyface ray peezy

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