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letra de 40's out - $ir abe

40’s out lyrics
[chorus: $ir abe]
n—-‘s really think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
and i pull up to your boy, f-ck you talking bout?
and if that n—- talking sh-t then we gon’ call him out
and if that n—- got a problem we gon’ solve it out
n—-‘s think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
and i pull up to your boy, f-ck you talking bout?
and if that n—- talking sh-t then we gon’ call him out
and if that n—- got a problem we gon’ solve it out

[verse 1: $ir abe]
all this [?] up in my face got me faded now
n—-‘s think they gang but they can’t hang with us
if they really think they gang then we gon’ bag em up
and i hang around my glock and i’m gon’ aim it up
b-tch i came with a motherf-cking glock now
i got your b-tch and she hit up my hotline
i got some motherf-cker route what you talkin’ bout?
i got some racks and i’m gonna motherf-ckin’ dropout
i get the strap, she make it clap, i get the beam with the laser attach
they call me [?] cause i been making racks
[?]

[verse 2: last hotboy]
b-tch ass n—- you know i got a .40
n—- talk sh-t finna steal on yo shawty
now lil n—- [?] like i’m kobe
now these n—-‘s mad they can’t haunt me
run up the block n—- get it again
p-ssy n—- yeah n—-‘s they friends
pull up lil n—- we drive through any b-tch
n—- make em ride with a benz and sh-t
got lil tay, n—- mad we gon’ pull out the mac
n—- they stand how you gon’ bounce back?
you n—-‘s is tired, they glock’s don’t attach
b-tch i’m a guest in this b-tch
michael jackson, i’m a bean in this sh-t
all of them n—-‘s gonna go ahead and quit
cause we running this sh-t cause we gon’ shoot out this sh-t
go!
[bridge: $ir abe]
n—-‘s be talkin’ about…
we do this sh-t
ya’ll really don’t do this sh-t (huh?, huh?)
we-we be doin’ this sh-t

[verse 3: elthegr8test]
huh?, huh?, huh?, yeah
claim you a n—- but still fighting females
n—-‘s don’t let any sticks in the emails
choppa be loading said “f-ck n—- two h-ll”
all of these n—-‘s be hitting like who home?
moshpit, moshpit, take me to yo moshpit
hang around my .40 n—- p-ssy i’ma c-ck it
rich b-tch, rich b-tch, f-cking on a rich b-tch
she just sucked my d-ck b-tch and you gon’ kiss kiss
shout out to my bros, toning on this pole
i just f-cked your b-tch and then i back her to the bros (godd-mn!)
i be counting all this money, i be acting funny
she go all on my d-ck like a motherf-cking bunny

[bridge: $ir abe]
i be pouring 4’s, yo b-tch gon’ blow
yo b-tch suck my d-ck like a motherf-cking pole
yo b-tch praying to me just like a motherf-cking pope
i pull out my glock that’s all she f-cking rode
[chorus: $ir abe]
n—-‘s really think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
and i pull up to your boy, f-ck you talking bout?
and if that n—- got a problem we gon’ solve it out
and if that n—- talking sh-t then we gon’ call him out

[outro: $ir abe]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
they think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
n—-‘s really think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh-huh

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