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letra de extra clip - goldlink

[intro: goldlink]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
woah, yeah, yeah, ah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: goldlink]
where all my real n-ggas? pop, pop a seal
pop a b-tch, had a b-tch, told that b-tch i’m done with this
hold up b-tch, i don’t f-ck, f-ck around with the sh-ts
we can fight, i don’t care, shoot yo’ whip, what’s the deal b-tch?
yeah, real n-ggas fear me, huh, you don’t f-ck?
hold up b-tch, you don’t f-ck? f-ck around, that’s a dub
want the diamonds, want the truck, want the coupe with the truck
if she wanna f-ck me and the crew, shut the f-ck up
b-tch, i don’t f-ck, she a freak, i’m so bright
she cannot see, got the glock right by my knee, keep it tight
i don’t show up in the day, only show up at night
i don’t show up in the day b-tch, i only come at night
that’s alright, f-ck on mе, f-ck on them, that’s alright
that’s alright, check the shoе, it’s so blue like my juice
racks on racks, ‘bachs on ‘bachs, bad b-tch ass, maybach back
got no tag, n-ggas gon’ ask, i don’t give a f-ck about a n-gga that rap, ah!

[verse 2: nle choppa]
ridin’ in a hommy with my tommy, tryna turn into a gummy
and you know that we be wrappin’ n-ggas up just like a mummy
he get shot, it execute him, so i hit him like a zombie
they askin’ will i k!ll again, i’ll do it for some money
whole team steady ballin’, b-tch, we comin’ like the sonics
ten-piece, some fire to the face, five to the chest, i gave him crumpies
thirty shots up in this drac’, he keep on runnin’, i keep dumpin’
they tellin’ me to stop shootin’, but the bullets keep on comin’
b-tch, you know how we be comin’, we turn brains into salami
regular clip in my glizzy, b-tch, i wanna put a hunnid
put a switch up on that b-tch and make it, “blrrp,” it be stutterin’
if he talk down on my man, i swear to god i keep my brethren
[outro: nle choppa]
blrrp

- goldlink

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