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letra de lefty (original) - jay gwuapo

[intro: pop smoke]
grrt
uh-uh, uh-uh

[chorus: pop smoke & jay gwuapo]
even though i make a movie (movie, hahaha)
i stay with a suvy (suvy)
light skin and she cooly (cooly, she cooly)
and she keep a tooly (tooly, uh)
send that boy to heaven (heaven, grrah)
baby, welcome to the party (party, bop, bop)
blue flags and some cartiers (grrt)
off the perc go r-t-rded (‘tarded)
stay with a lefty (lefty, shake that sh-t)
and i keep a righty (righty, boaw)
n-ggas know i’m equipped

[verse 1: jay gwuapo]
wait, who that tryna hop out the whip?
brodie got like 30 shots and it’s thick
we catch any opp and it’s clip (grrt)
you know that’s plenty shots off the rip (boom, boom, boom)
how they send my city, i ain’t even playin’ with these older n-ggas poppin’ all ass smokin’ n-ggas
since a younging i ain’t nеver joke on n-ggas
it’s alright, we еxpose n-ggas if they play
then they got 30 on ’em, run away (grrah)
straight to the top, ain’t sh-t to say
get straight to the gwuap, n-ggas know my name
n-ggas get dropped, if they try to play
i fell in love with the way that she eat me in the vet (hahaha)
b-tches get freaky for a check
i need a freezer on my neck
i made a light fifty off a shows
you know n-ggas see me and be stressed
bro put a lot of opps in the air
you know i might have to hit a neck (grrah, grrah)
[chorus: pop smoke]
even though i make a movie (movie, hahaha)
i stay with a suvy (suvy)
light skin and she cooly (cooly, she cooly)
and she keep a tooly (tooly, uh)
send that boy to heaven (heaven)
baby, welcome to the party (party)
blue flags and some cartiers (grrt)
off the perc go r-t-rded (‘tarded)
stay with a lefty (lefty, shake that sh-t)
and i keep a righty (righty, boaw)
n-ggas know i’m equipped

[verse 2: jay gwuapo]
i don’t see these n-ggas steppin’ for sh-t
bro totin’ that ruger, this sh-t on his hip
please don’t ask me about the last n-gga
if you lack n-gga, you get shot in your sh-t (grrah)
real st–zy like my mac n-gga, he a pack n-gga if i pull out the rip (brrt, boaw, boaw, haha)
that’s a fact, n-ggas be looking for me to react
i don’t got no time to be f-ckin’ with hoes
you ain’t tryna eat me then stay where you at
we don’t do no kissin’ inside of the v
she gon’ eat me up and i’m pullin’ the track
bro just put a .30 inside of the clip (brrt, boaw, boaw)
tryna take another n-gga off the map

- jay gwuapo

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