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letra de no takebacks - j1hunnit & glockboyz teejaee

[intro: babytron]
(313 mafia)
(alloutw4r)
hah, ayy

[verse 1: babytron]
so much drank in, i could fill the tub up and take a bath
i was tryna make a bag, you was tryna take a class
pour a deuce then a deuce just to take a nap
when lil’ cuddy take some sh-t, you can’t take it back
on the road jacked up like i’m changin’ flats
three-striped joggy full of blues like i’m slangin’ crack
fell asleep off wock’, had a dream i found a crate of act’
why you beatin’ ’round the bush? if it’s up, say it’s that

[verse 2: j1hunnit]
she know me from sellin’ dope, she don’t even think i rap
i hit that interstate and i don’t even use no map
unc’ came missing side tooth and his lips were chapped
it’s hard to gеt him off the dog, he on his fifth relapsе
you gon’ get your head tap-tapped, he need a graduation hat, we call him señor cap
you lil’ perpin’-ass dweeb, don’t wanna hear you yap
i smoke banana thai leaf, but my eyes look j-p
i trap, i don’t fill out apps

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
if i don’t really f-ck with you, i’m givin’ out daps
you be scared to spend that little sh-t, gon’ get it right back
bro work at the lids store, he be catchin’ hats
dog broke as h-ll, ain’t got no car, he be catchin’ cabs
n-ggas tell the ‘net what they doin’, n-ggas ar-ab’ing
what’s-his-name was finna catch a headtap, but he too d-mn fast
why the f-ck you leave saks with no bags?
told glock boy walk him down with no mask
[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
you probably catch me pourin’ lines in double cups
the neck good and she got her own money, that’s a plus (yeah)
first time i shot that glock, i fell in love (baow)
i’m the type to stash a thousand of them hundreds, won’t show a dub (show a dub)
that’s a hundred bandos
nowadays, we buyin’ cribs, we used to trap from out the bando (out the bando)
i heard your dog went to jail, i pray that n-gga stand ten toes
i done hit the road so much that i done spent a bankroll just on tows (yeah)
brodie got a pint, he poured an eight, went to sleep, i’m finna steal a four (i’m finna steal a four)
you an extra corny bum-ass n-gga, probably be stealin’ clothes (yeah)

- j1hunnit glockboyz teejaee

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