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letra de underwater freestyle - heist187

[verse 1]
n-gga we run it (run to the bank)
we gettin the check in (pull to the bank)
i’m f-ckin that b-tch (takin yo drank)
she wanted my d-ck (yo n-gga a stain)
pull out the glock aim at his top
n-gga start movin we runnin his pockets
i might go piranha it’s sharks in the water
he hittin that [?] folded on water
i slap that b-tch like i’m sellin a product
i hit the l!ck hid the shotty in closet
but all of you n-ggas be talkin the gossip
i’m runnin they pockets i’m gettin the profit
[?] dramatic she not primadonna
i take the soul with my d-ck to they momma
i beat the p-ssy she call me her father
pass me the [?] not too astonished
p-ssy [?] i cannot front
pump to the face i hit it you chumps
tote me the gun i might shoot em by one
out of sight out of mind
don’t care where you from
start hittin the road i get in the back
i smoke me a pack got packs to the sacks
i roll up some gas [?] in the front
backwoods in the trunk get head in the back
throw me the strap we runnin like laps
yo b-tch in the trap she boutta get passed
she boutta come suck me she wanna come sucky
i rubber my ducky
no [?] in the tummy
don’t f-ck with yac i might bust with the tommy
n-ggas want somethin don’t owe you sh-t nothin
she want relation don’t f-ck with the cousin
[?] i’m stackin this money
put on a ski like a everyday thing
n-gga this choppa it make you go bling
rollin off percies i’m boutta go deep
f-ck yo b-tch p-ssy her [?]
[hook]
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater

[verse 2]
yeah b-tch we run it like that
have a safe trip off the xan
n-gga i shoot at yo mans
n-gga i shoot at yo mans
yo n-gga don’t want it like that
hit a quick right to his pad
stomp on his face like a bag
took off a quarter in xans
skirt off hit the road
my n-ggas we boutta go smoke
n-gga might f-ck with a pole
n-gga might f-ck with the pole
choppa aim right at his nose
yac with the .38 nose
n-gga we aim at yo bros
n-gga we aim at yo bros
my n-gga trae with a scope
n-gga you boutta go fold
don’t wanna f-ck with a smoke
i’m rollin i’m smokin on dope
[hook]
you n-ggas can’t f-ck with a crow
you n-ggas can’t f-ck with a crow
this ain’t the yellow brick road
this ain’t the yellow brick road
you n-ggas can’t f-ck with a crow
you n-ggas can’t f-ck with a crow
i’m rollin i’m smokin on dope
i’m rollin i’m smokin on dope

- heist187

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