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letra de formula - juss bans

pistol whip a n-gga bury strap somewhere on bewick
my brother never could keep a job but he keep stick
eat d-ck make my ex b-tch go and eat d-ck
going up she trying to double back seeing that we lit
r-l-m-g throwing gang signs
coach wanted me to play football but i’m slanging iron
break a n-gga neck i feel like randy round this mother f-cker
girlie know i got a girlfriend i let my brother f-ck her
b-tch we throwing h’s up
stomach aching sip too much codeine this drank ain’t been touch
i just gave my cup up just like i’m fasting
girlie still wanna f-ck a n-gga then we tagging
this a handicap where my n-gga edge
my b-tch mad i’m still giving d to my x
dope fiend i can hear that from the basеment
this gallon fizzing up i dropped a eighth in it
pops want me to put down my cup but i just can’t n-gga
i lost my mama and my granny so this pain diffеrent
sh-t i’ll probably k!ll a n-gga if my drank missing
n-ggas claiming i’m the new da vinci how i paint n-ggas
b-tch can you make my drank darker
moving slow behind the wheel i almost paul walkered
meaning i almost died
paramedics had to resuscitate me seven times
cp tripping he done hit this drank with bout seven lines
that n-gga lying if he tell me he was never high
top shelf got them white boys dancing in they suit and tie
hit a n-gga white tee leave it redder than some hot fries
ops said they shot the whip but that was not mines
doggy bone ain’t never catching me he need to stop trying
b-tch i got the formula
after i hit his b-tch once i start ignoring her
in the coup with the windows tinted sliding like a boss
with a bunny make her snort a line got her nodding off
same hoes say i’m disrespectful but love the way i talk
tell the feds ain’t no stick on me this just the way i walk
i’m east warren n-gga but get love on the mile
cause the feens say the prices good love when i’m around
yo lame n-gga still rocking meks he know that’s out of style
and tell buddy put that keyboard up before knock em out
on 700 with some tooka rolled and pint of lean
the boys thought they caught a l!ck they search the whip ain’t find a thing
doggy know i keep a drake i love it when my hotline bling
broski ran off on my n-gga so i sn-tched him out his sleeve

- juss bans

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