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letra de another one (mixed) - hit-boy, big hit & larussell

[verse 1: larussell]
live nation gave me m’s to do my dougie on you hoes
keep your comments to yourself, i made this for the bros
i start writin’ once it drop, i ain’t even let it load
you take hit-boy, you take mali, you add me and you got gold
really do this sh-t for real, boy, don’t ask me what i sold
i’m like wade to kp, they hit me to break the code
every time i hear a beat, i hit seven on the dice
wanna do a song with me? why you playin’ with your life?
flow water but it’s room temp, i ain’t got no ice
made a hunnid, proud to pay— i ain’t even sеt no price
i wake up and live my lifе
smoke my weed and make some hits
sell out everywhere i go, could a give f-ck about your list
know the voice when you best
close your eyes and take a guess
i be trying not to flex, but i shot this with my left
n-gga, stop f-ckin’ playin’
all this time been takin’ less
hit-boy play a beat and i’ma eat ’til nothin’ left
b-tch, i grew up near the crest, college park to be exact
n-ggas say they from where i’m from
we like, “n-gga, where you at?”
hit la for some days, i might come back with a plaque
ain’t gotta ask me i’m from, you hear the beat, the west is back
[chorus: larussell]
ran up a m, i need another one
i do what i want, yeah, i’m my mother’s son
b-tch, i’m really him, i ain’t the other one
hit-boy made a blap, we got another one
ran-ran up a m, i need another one
i do what i want, yeah, i’m my mother’s son
b-tch, i’m really him, i ain’t the other one
hit-boy made a blap, we got another one
huh, we got another one
huh, we got another one
huh, uh
wow, we got another—, we got a—, we got a

[verse 2: big hit]
we got another one
shipment comin’ ‘cross in a hundred drums, uh
chuck a hundred bands
like a hundred pounds of trash while they bouncin’ ass
i’m smackin’ in these lil’ n-ggas face
f-ck a gram, i take an eighth to the face
i’m sittin’ on mountains of the cake blowin’ cake
stakin’ up my stakes, have you laid up in a lake
got a chip on my shoulder, banana chips in my holster
gone off banana kush, blowin’ like a roadster
look both ways ‘fore you cross me
washington and fair oaks, i’m a dangerous cross-street
play with somethin’ safe, don’t play with your fate
big hit and larussell, out’chea playin’ with cake
i been playin’ these pianos, real black sopranos
pops is black rambo, poppin’ bands is mando
[chorus: larussell]
ran up a m, i need another one
i do what i want, yeah, i’m my mother’s son
b-tch, i’m really him, i ain’t the other one
hit-boy made a blap, we got another one
ran-ran up a m, i need another one
i do what i want, yeah, i’m my mother’s son
b-tch, i’m really him, i ain’t the other one
hit-boy made a blap, we got another one
huh, we got another one
huh, we got another one
huh, uh
wow, we got another—, we got a—, we got a

- hit boy big hit larussell

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