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letra de master p - getrichzay

[intro]
yup
(and i got the yayo)
yup, yup, uh

[chorus]
you can’t smoke my opps with me (uh-uh), no, you can’t match with me (uh-uh)
ayy, ballin’ whenever i’m in the booth, so these hoes be callin’ me master p (switch)
ayy, i put a switch in the back of my glock (pfft), you know that’s my lil’ masterpiece (know that’s my lil’—, uh, yup)

[verse 1]
foreign drip, douple gs
n-gga, these sh-ts came from overseas
ayy, make your lil’ b-tch hold this glock (uh), tell her, “put this b-tch in her double c” (uh)
chanel bag (yup), double c (d-mn)
me and your ho goin’ on shoppin’ spree (uh)
n-gga opp get green like broccoli (let’s go)
n-gga, stop that cap, that’s not your cheese (racks)
f-cked that ho one time, i forgot her name (uh), i just saved her number as “double three”
it’s a h-llcat charger (yup), we doin’ the dash (skrrt), n-gga (skrrt), we ain’t ride no bumblebees
what you see? these racks take off her jeans (racks)
put them racks on his head, they gon’ do his homies (racks)
brand-new chop, man, this b-tch so clean (pfft)
ayy, all-black ‘fit, i ain’t tryna get seen (let’s go)
ayy, texted my opps like (like), “where you at?” (where you at?), f-ck n-gga left my ass on seen (come on)
ayy, b-tch sent a text like, “where you at?” (who this?), had to leave that b-tch on seen (uh-uh)
broke her heart, now the b-tch all mean (alright)
ayy, still on the block like y’all mean (the f-ck?)
ayy, speakin’ on gang, what the f-ck y’all mean?
pull up with some sh-t that these n-ggas ain’t seen
ayy, f-ck n-gga think he hard, he green
ayy, servin’ some narcs quick, thought it was lean
ayy, had to shoot him, made the f-ck n-gga scream (f-ck n-gga scream)
ayy, mask on my face like a motherf-ckin’ scream (let’s go)
ayy, cap-ass rapper (aight), get the f-ck out the scream (come on)
faceshot gang, get the f-ck off the scene (f-ck off the scene, aight, come on)
greenlight gang, we don’t wait ’til it’s green (yup, yup, yup)
[chorus]
you can’t hit my blunt, no, you can’t match with me (uh-uh)
ayy, ballin’ whenever i’m in the booth, so these hoes be callin’ me master p (ayy, switch)
ayy, i put a switch in the back of my glock (pfft), you know that’s my lil’ masterpiece (pfft)

[verse 2]
ayy, know your b-tch be givin’ me top, i don’t even know why you askin’ me (uh)
yup, i’m still fightin’ a case, the police after me (yeah)
ayy, project baby, i tied both of my shoes (ayy), they ass ain’t catchin’ me (i swear)
ayy, high as f-ck, leavin’ tour with my hoes, that’s how i had to be (yeah)
ayy, i’m the one that got n-ggas hittin’ my phone like, “why we had the beef?” (why? why we had the beef?)

[outro]
(and i got the yayo)
gang (gang)

- getrichzay

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