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letra de solo - jaydayoungan

[intro]
n-gga, what the f-ck we on
(dj, you the plug)
hmm-mm

[chorus]
mad as a b-tch, f-ck that sh-t, i’m slidin’ in the [?]
it’s just me and the stick, b-tch, i’ma slide solo
tryna crack you in your sh-t, i bet you won’t speak normal
tryna play me like a b-tch but you know that’s a no-no
[?] on your street, late night, lookin’ like a hobo
six shots all i need, i’m steppin’ wit’ the .44
if i go broke, b-tch, i’ma scope, come get it for the low low
and they flew off up in the [?] for trippin’ on that mojo
posted in the cut, no bandana, if i tell him, he gon’ spray
i tell him, he gon’ spray (i tell him, he gon’ spray)
and don’t come around my way, they don’t play
no, that sh-t just ain’t safe, that sh-t just ain’t safe

[verse]
and i just left the gun store
b-tch, i’m like, “who wants more?”
[?]
i tell ’em, “pull up now” and they gon’ do that sh-t pr-nto
that’s the reason that i love ’em, how the f-ck could i want more?
ain’t no [?] in that field but we [?]
back then they used to treat me just like sh-t when my funds low
but now i’m rich, b-tch, i can buy my mama a condo
just lookin’ for some better days, i pray as the months go
why the f-ck you feel like you can come and play wit’ me?
ain’t tryna hear that sh-t you said, i know it’s makebelieve
don’t know what it is yet but they on the interstate wit’ keys
police had got behind my ass, i had to ate the weed
i’m drivin’ fast, i do the dance, i got ’em cagin’ me
might f-ck around and pull a race, ain’t got tayk wit’ me
right on the scene, that’s where he lay, b-tch, we gon’ make ’em bleed
b-tch, you gon’ scream since your b-tch ass been tryna make a scene
said i was gon’ stop takin’ percs but now i’m takin’ three
said i was gon’ stop sippin’ act but i still taste the lean
with crazy cat, he’s tryna show you what the crazy mean
they want me dead, [?] why the f-ck you savin’ me
[chorus]
mad as a b-tch, f-ck that sh-t, i’m slidin’ in the [?]
it’s just me and the stick, b-tch, i’ma slide solo
tryna crack you in your sh-t, i bet you won’t speak normal
tryna play me like a b-tch but you know that’s a no-no
[?] on your street, late night, lookin’ like a hobo
six shots all i need, i’m steppin’ wit’ the .44
if i go broke, b-tch, i’ma scope, come get it for the low low
and they flew off up in the [?] for trippin’ on that mojo
posted in the cut, no bandana, if i tell him, he gon’ spray
i tell him, he gon’ spray (ayy, ayy)
and don’t come around my way, they don’t play
no, that sh-t just ain’t safe, that sh-t just ain’t safe

- jaydayoungan

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