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letra de both sides - hit-boy & sob x rbe

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[intro: slimmy b]
uh
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n-gg-
hit-boy
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[verse 1: slimmy b]
a broke b-tch really ain’t my type (h-ll nah)
i ain’t catching feelings, lol, i’m catching flights (broke b-tch)
‘woods back to back got a n-gg- so high
got a hundred in the bank, really drink, no lie (lil’ n-gg-)
glock .40, 23 like mike
had to throw the clear on, all this motherf-ckin’ ice (all this ice)
in the lab, makin’ slaps all day and all night
hit-boy, blocboy, when i slide, look alive (lil’ n-gg-)
and i wish a n-gg- would like i’m k.dot (like i’m k.dot)
let my chain hang, tryna take, that’s a face-shot (n-gg-, what?)
n-gg-s want me to fall off but i can’t stop (huh? huh?)
big body, hoppin’ out the back of that maybach (skrrt)
real north n-gg- (n-gg-), real c n-gg- (real c n-gg-)
y’all don’t really wanna funk, y’all wanna be n-gg-s (b-tch)
real street n-gg-, and i’m a beast, n-gg-
get to buckin’ with that drake, let it eat, n-gg-, b-tch

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
opps try to slide, grab that draco
tell that n-gg- pick a side, we don’t play both
let this glock paint a n-gg- like it’s maaco
chain hittin’, told that b-tch it’s a rainbow
finna pull up on they block and let that k blow
and if you never pulled a skit then you can’t go
bounce out gang, b-tch, we aim close
and look a n-gg- in his eyes when we take souls

[verse 2: daboii]
i just hit an opp b-tch, this b-tch disrespectful
slap a b-tch in her sh-t, she think i’m finna settle
stupid b-tch, if you ain’t thick, then you can’t fit the schedule
and if that skit ain’t complete, then you can’t get the medal
b-tch, and i ain’t taking no loss
ain’t no loud in that wood if that n-gg- don’t cough
talkin’ like you hard when you n-gg-s so soft
you can get your mans h-t for your mouth, your fault
finna spark me up that heart attack
a sweatsuit and a lil’ ice, that’s my starter pack
labels on my d-ck, i need some m’s, so tell ’em offer that
b-tch, you actin’ dumb, you lost your mind, you need to sharpen that
stupid -ss, you a rat with your goofy -ss
lord, why do n-gg-s only hear me when they doin’ bad?
talkin’ ’bout you hungry for that chain, what would you do for that?
how is you a shooter with no body, what you shootin’ at? b-tch

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
opps try to slide, grab that draco
tell that n-gg- pick a side, we don’t play both
let this glock paint a n-gg- like it’s maaco
chain hittin’, told that b-tch it’s a rainbow
finna pull up on they block and let that k blow
and if you never pulled a skit then you can’t go
bounce out gang, b-tch, we aim close
and look a n-gg- in his eyes when we take souls

[verse 3: lul g]
look a n-gg- in the soul before i take his life
sat down for that pole before i took a strike
hit a n-gg- sets quick before i took his wife (b-tch)
never pulled a skit with gang, then you can’t slide
and for you keyboard -ss n-gg-s, i don’t sneak diss
bet you tough up on the ‘net, n-gg-, tweet this (tweet that)
’cause i ain’t with the trusting a n-gg-
you’ll give a n-gg- life, so i ain’t f-ckin’ with n-gg-s
stress sayin’, “stop loafin’,” but i’m comfortable, n-gg-
i leave the house with two-three, what i’m clutchin’ on, n-gg-
big bodies down the block (skrrt skrrt), and we slidin’
sucker n-gg-s in my dm’s, i don’t do replyin’ (lil’ n-gg-)
slide of the limb, that’s what a real n-gg- do
never lie up the skit, that’s a lil’ n-gg- fluke
this a legendary chop, bet i bust it for two
you a p-ssy just perpin’, you won’t bust it for you, b-tch, b-tch

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
opps try to slide, grab that draco
tell that n-gg- pick a side, we don’t play both
let this glock paint a n-gg- like it’s makeup
chain hittin’, told that b-tch it’s a rainbow
finna pull up on they block and let that k blow
and if you never pulled a skit then you can’t go
bounce out gang, b-tch, we aim close
and look a n-gg- in his eyes when we take souls

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