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letra de scoring - hit-boy & sob x rbe

[intro]
hit-boy

[verse 1: daboii]
n-gg-s thought that it was over, b-tch, i think not
if i talk to this b-tch nice, she’ll give mean top
you n-gg-s still ain’t seen ten, y’all ain’t seen guap
and i just put it in her stomach, that’s her g-spot
everybody think that b-tch loyal, we don’t see not
spent nine hundred on some kicks that look like reeboks
all these colors in my chain, i’m a peac-ck
and you the type to pull the trigger while it’s de-c-cked
you play dumb and go blind when you see opps
and his b-tch tryna pull my jack out the beanstalk
and my mama raised a man, i ain’t need pops
if they don’t wanna pay no homage, b-tch, we need props, b-tch

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
young n-gg- lane switching in the foreign
i ain’t nothin’ like your n-gg- ’cause he broke and he boring
if i put that on gang, on gang, b-tch, we scoring
brodie-bro up that glock and got to shooting like he jordan
you ain’t finna do sh-t, don’t speak on sh-t
give a f-ck about your n-gg-, he don’t be on sh-t
i don’t need no n-gg-, i don’t need no b-tch
i’ma tell you what it is and i don’t need no lip

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
i would if i could, i can’t speak on it
that chain ain’t him, ain’t no d on it
and this a tennis, not no real chain
and brodie-bro on probation, usin’ bro name
ayy, throw it back, let me see something
if you ain’t never left the hood, you ain’t see nothing
the real n-gg-s just gon’ shoot with less discussion
n-gg-s still claim that block but don’t be from it

[verse 3: slimmy b]
said you on me, when you see me, better bust then
bought a jag the first time i ever touched ten
grimy n-gg-, ain’t no b-tch want to f-ck then
ring the bell, kick the door, then we rush in
really in the field, b-tch, we outside sliding
n-gg-s say they really in the field, but they hiding
young fly n-gg-, sh-t, i could’ve been a pilot
all i talk is cash, broke n-gg-s stay silent
hop up out the wraith, doors on that suicide sh-t
i don’t even want to f-ck your b-tch, too much mileage
you the type to walk the whole mall and never buy sh-t
p-ssy n-gg- thinking i’m a lick, come and try it

- hit boy sob x rbe

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