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letra de frank white - g40 (rap)

[intro]
hm, this b-tch wavy, you hear me?
hm, hm, doa sh-t

[chorus]
i ran them racks up
yeah, we be the reason that they packed up, this that fat f-ck
b-tch, my pockets stuffed, my fully tucked, my choppas all put up
i was waitin’ to sign my deal, so we can get back in action and hit the road, and work our chops with sk!ll
my bottle sealed, while i’m missin’ drank, i tend to think ’bout frank
my money large, they know me in the bank, i’m places that they ain’t
b-tch, i don’t club, unless i’m gettin’ dubbed, don’t want ’em, keep your hugs
i run with thugs, and all us known to bug, boy, just don’t tweak with us

[verse]
my cutter fast, i blow, and that’s your ass, you just see muzzle flash
i’m worth a bag, and labels want me bad ’cause all they see is cash
but i don’t slave, i do this sh-t my way, just rolled 200k
bail out of jail, a stingеr or a benz, and k!ll sh-t for my friends
we k!llin’ kids, i wouldn’t want to bе you whenever we f-ckin’ see him
my brother out his hat, a baby demon, raised and trained by some reapers
i lost sauce and that sh-t turned me evil, and leek still be the reason
we k!llin’ year ’round, this ain’t no season, n-ggas get stretched for tweetin’ (rrd)

- g40 rap

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