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letra de bbl (remix) - getrichzay

[intro: getrichzay]
(yo, we leavin’ no clue, please for my man taz)

[chorus: getrichzay]
uh (yeah), my cup thick as h-ll (cup), my styrofoam got bbl (my styrofoam, phew, aight, come on)
yeah, runnin’ so much racks (my racks), i d-mn near twirled my acl (we on, yeah)
uh, lil’ b-tch freaky as h-ll (we on), she eat my d-ck like taco bell (let’s go, aight, come on)
i’m with t–zy, he 4l (t–zy), we got sticks in atl (sticks)
free my dog, he call in collect, every time he call it’s gtl (prr)
get that drop (my dog), we outside your house, you’ll think we deliverin’ mail (uh, let’s go)
he’s so cap (we on that), n-gga talk all that gangster sh-t (bah), but i can’t tеll (aight, come on)
this sh-t crazy (crazy), i thought all my dogs was solid, but i can’t tell

[verse 1: getrichzay]
that sh-t crazy (that sh-t crazy), i’m like, “free my dog, that sh-t fugazi” (free my dog)
soon as i pop thеse percs and sip that cup, that’s when i turn lazy (when i turn lazy, uh)
get that b-tch from the back (back) when i’m off these percs, it feel amazing (we on that, i’m on that)
uh, f-cked this b-tch so bad, i don’t ‘member her name (uh), but she look like blasian
b-tch, this a srt, when we ride these folks be mad like (skrrt), “why they racin’?” (srt)
sneaky shooter, paranoid (uh-uh), clutch that fire (uh), sh-t get dangerous
why they mad? (aight) b-tch, i ball on all these n-ggas just like giannis (come on, ball like giannis)
i done ran through two hundred-fifty k (racks), b-tch, let’s just be honest (aight, come on)
n-gga got smoked here thinkin’ he the man (man), he got rolled up just like ganja (f-ck, pew-pew)
we tote sticks like talibans (spin), get you bombed out like osama (i swear, aight, come on)
n-gga surrounded here, but f-ck it, i’m ridin’ ’round with my chopper (that chopper, aight, come on)
rather be at a five-star restaurant, but f-ck it, we at mcdonald’s (f-ck it, we at mcdonald’s)
crazy as h-ll, then we spinnin’ the ‘cat (spin), tell the gang go find me a honda (spin)
why getrich dressed in all black? (young) b-tch look like he performin’ at donda (aight, aight, come on)
these n-ggas mad ’cause i started gettin’ money (money), lil’-ass boy, i could f-ck your mama
drop them racks on top his head (ha, yo), they send a shot for every dollar, aight, come on
[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
uh-huh, we pull on side his whip (skrrt), then leave it hotter than a sauna (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
ain’t finna fuss, i up and bust, big boy glock ain’t got no condom (fah, fah)
yeah, p-ssy-ass boy gon’ duck his taco (duck your taco), we ain’t got sh-t in common (p-ssy-ass n-gga)
i make ’em spin and spin, i put out hits like dj drama (come on)
i hold that draco like a toddler
he get hit (bah-bah-bah), get sent the trauma (get your b-tch ass down, n-gga)
clutch that fire, it ain’t for sho’, b-tch, i’ma blow (fah), that’s on my mama (fah-fah-fah)
i grab my d-ck before i leave, i keep my gun, i don’t feel like dyin’
you know leave sh-t on a tee, i want ’em gone, then i’ma buy ’em (come on)
ayy, look, my blood thick as h-ll, my b-tch bad, no bbl (my b-tch bad)
i done ran up so much racks, i d-mn near broke my acl (i d-mn near broke my sh-t)
i d-mn near broke it again ’cause i ran it up after i fell (i d-mn near broke my sh-t)
free jefe from out that cell, but he can call me from his cell (call me from—)
ain’t callin’ n-gga for sh-t ’cause, b-tch, i do it myself
play, you lay, b-tch, i’d put a n-gga on that shelf
i’m with zay and we six as h-ll
b-tch, you know all my n-ggas here (my n-ggas there)
he pull the pot, i get sh-t popped, get the dot, we send the sh-ll (blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)

[chorus: getrichzay & stunna 4 vegas]
uh, my cup thick as h-ll (cup), my styrofoam got bbl (styrofoam-styrofoam, yeah, aight, come on)
yeah, runnin’ so much racks (racks), i d-mn near twirled my acl (we on, yeah, acl)
uh, lil’ b-tch freaky as h-ll (she on), she eat my d-ck like taco bell (like taco bell, aight, come on)
i’m with t–zy, he 4l (t–zy), we got sticks in atl (sticks)
free my dog (my dog), he call in collect (collect), every time he call it’s gtl (prr)
get that drop (my dog), we outside your house, you’ll think we deliverin’ mail (let’s go, come on)
he’s so cap (we on that), n-gga talk all that gangster sh-t (bah), but i can’t tell (i can’t tell, aight, come on)
this sh-t crazy (crazy), i thought all my dogs was solid, but i can’t tell (that sh-t crazy)
[outro: getrichzay]
free my dog
know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga, six sh-t
n-gga, don’t get your head split, n-gga, tss, solid gang
pew-pew

- getrichzay

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