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letra de no hook - @ilyparadiseee

[intro: @ilyparadiseee]
yuh
ayy

[verse 1: @ilyparadiseee]
you lookin’ for trouble like ya name dr. bristow
tiptoe through yo’ window with the endo
32 shots turn a n-gga to a whisp hoe
straff in the spot like that b-tch got a lisp hoe
you don’t want smoke with the gang, that’s a no-no
up and down yo’ block like a n-gga on a pogo
cheat on the b-tch, she came back like a yoyo
iced out wrist, sh-t cold like i’m fro-yo
yeah i stay strapped like my name f-ckin’ bruce
yeah i stay strapped like i’m out, f-ckin’ deuce
don’t want no shawty, yeah my b-tches in twos
pulled up in the ‘rari, sh-t ain’t got no roof
ion pop xans, b-tch i only pop percy’s
he said he gon’ hit me, that n-gga won’t hurt me
you see me in person, you n-ggas turn turkey
yo’ b-tch face is dirty, i think she got herpes

[verse 2: zayzo]
p-ssy n-ggas always wanna talk sh-t
pull up wit’ a mob, you can yo’ whole block kicked
catch yo’ -ss walkin’, let a few shots in
have yo’ -ss trippin’ like christopher robin
goofy n-ggas talkin’ on the internet
put a hole in ya’ lungs like a cigarette
actin’ like a hoe, we ain’t into that
f-ck ’em, we pull up with a 100 shots
f-ck ’em, we pull up with the gang
talkin’ all this sh-t ion play
this 30 on my waist, this 30 play no games
and if you really want it, then this 30 gonna spray, (ayy)
i’m done with this lame -ss school
lame -ss n-ggas always thinkin’ that they cool
catch a rich hoe n-gga lookin’ like a fool
get to your cl-ss, you’re breakin’ the rules

[verse 3: @ilyparadiseee]
a n-gga talkin’ proper, got him thinkin’ he caucasian
started comin’ from the bottom, slanted eyes like i’m an asian
and he want an altercation, please sir what is your location
’cause i’ll make sure that this 30 clip will blow your f-ckin’ face in
they be talkin on the kid, like he ain’t with the sh-t
like he ain’t hittin’ l!cks, like he ain’t many kids
like i ain’t got the hundreds, like i ain’t got the money
like i ain’t got the guap, like it ain’t even funny, (no more)
like why don’t you just mind yo’ own business
100 thousand spend it up, yeah i’m relentless
n-ggas love to hate ’til they see you gettin’ digits
then they love stalk you, like they a f-ckin’ pidgeon (pidgeon, pidgeon, yuh)

- ilyparadiseee

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