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letra de like this - j star balla

(grah, grah)
(grah, grah, grah, grah, grah)
(everything dead)
(gang, grah)

[verse 1]
like, ima start it like this, chi waitz got lined by a b-tch
smoking on shh that sh-t gotta kick, like 10 knocks in the party it’s lit (like)
now these lil n-ggas wanna rap, like why they mad cuz they b-tch on my lap
like i call up brodie he quick to attack, caught a opp by the store he started running laps
why they mad cuz i’m bussin in vvs, (like) why they mad cuz they just wanna be me
(like) why they mad he got hit in his fiji, (like) told the opps get wit me
(like) saw a opp he started running ricky, (like) she a baddie she totin the sitchy
brodie got caught with thе knock, got sent up top, sh-t get lit when you livе in the city
(like) foreign v i be riding wit knockas, you know it’s up if i catch me a flocka
she in the passenger sucking me proper, like stupid lil b-tch you can’t come to mi casa
(like) big 40 it’s stuck to my hip, can’t talk on shh that boy inna spliff
like spin in the v and we flippin that sh-t, like every opp shot gotta stand on that sh-t
[chorus]
now these lil n-ggas wanna rap, (like) why they mad cuz they b-tch on my lap
(like) i call up brodie he quick to attack, caught a opp by the store he started running laps

[interlude]
(forever 14 n-gga, not that other n-gga)
(not that other n-gga you heard?)

[chorus]
brodie got caught with the knock, got sent up top sh-t get hot when you live in the city
(like) foreign v i be riding wit knockas, and you know it’s up if i catch me a flocka
she in the passenger sucking me proper, like stupid lil b-tch you can’t come to mi casa

[verse 2]
we be the ones that be going insane, talking on bro leave ya ass inna grave
see that boy on my block and i’m sn-tching his chain, all the o’s outside goin crazy for cane
like opp thot she be giving me brain, can’t come to my block, that n-gga not gang
and you know what we stand for, “money b-tches fame”
if i told you i gotchu promise you won’t change
he not a hitter, that boy be on tiktok, if we step in the party we come wit like 3 chops
she on my body she eyeing the wrist watch, keep shaking that sh-t that booty be on tiktok, (like)
we the ones that gon flock out the v, we gon spin through they sh-t make everybody bleed
and free the whole gang till my n-ggas is free, like free stali b that boy was on a spree
like why they lying they don’t be outside, (like)
like why they don’t act like ion tote the 9
guala a bixy got dubbed out the 9, so that means he a plate he can’t come to my side
like all the flocka n-ggas to my d-ck, and you know it’s black shades when we spin through ya strips
see that boy on the corner we lit up the strip (like), like we ain’t heard from n-ggas since, (grah)
[outro]
(every opp shot)
(you know the vibes n-gga)
(everything dead)
(free all the members)
(grah, grah)
(like)

- j star balla

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