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letra de infinity (feat srn kwam & yung dove - $honamc

[$honamc]
that b-tch she feeling me
come to my crib
she gone suck up my energy (b-tch, b-tch)
said that i’m in too deep
this girl to young she look like a kid to me
try to get rid of me
calling my phone i know she definitely missing me
lord what you gifting me
i feel these blessings and angels i know that they are watching me
know my philosophy
wise as an owl don’t talk to me
as for the competition?
a young bull is raging you should call that sh-t premonition
whats the mission?
her or her twin you should call that sh-t split decision
money come, money i can’t give it up
sane for the love of bucks
rifles up so they scared of us
jump a n-gga like he double dutch
you can look but you cannot touch
you not one of us
so we dreamt up
and we crept up
and we slempt him
whats the next war
yeah
rifles up with the windows down
tom cruise, way i’m throwing down
white cells way i’m in the cut
white b-tch way i’m throwing up
if she b-tch that make you a mutt
runts ranger imma hunting ducks
life moves and tables turn
so why the f-ck is you still stuck
[srn kwam]
how you even friends with the b-tch?
her head bad n-gga, aye!
i don’t want neck from the b-tch
two tone glock with the big ass clip
we talking bout some big ass drip
slide on the block we gone hit him in his sh-t
big slime imma hit him in his wrist
aye, g star jeans uh, uh
talk about me n-gga i’m so clean
talk about me n-gga i sip lean
talk about me n-gga we don’t sip green
i was in the track at the lights he was testing me
can’t let him get the best of me
told that b-tch she can only have s-x with me
can’t let her get the best of me
had to cut her off she was doing to much ecstasy
i don’t wanna be dead, deceased
driving fast like need for speed
she attached got a need for me
percy time i got 3 in my jeans
i can’t help i’m addicted to beans
[yung dove]
if this is a race then i’m in the lead
on me b-tch i got the recipe
now i need some face to go with this weed
shawty say she crazy b-tch throw it on me
u be smoking on shake yeah i’m blowing zotty
ion f-ck with a fake you can’t catch em round me
shawty got cake said i wanna eat
why do they hate ‘cus they wanna be me
they can’t do it like me
they be down bad on the streets
i see the pape, my life is green
steady getting paid give a f-ck bout a fee
kick out a sl-t she got nut on the tee
yo b-tch is a bum i an’t f-cking for free
b-tches gon f-ck for the team
i hear the money is talking to me
these n-ggas talking about co-signs
but i don’t see em at the bank line
coke line late night
she pop p-ssy and it go right
flow right, skin tight
don’t lie this sh-t so right
told her it was one
now she like alright
now she gone f-ck on crew
whole gang ready we troops
i got the racks and the proof
looking that boof
b-tch, b-tch, aye

- honamc

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