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letra de triple a - kaliq

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(chorus)
i was posted on the bloc, i was tryna make it sell, 30-shot glock we gon’ empty out the sh-lls

n-ggas really trappin we gon’ p-ss em out a mill. if we get to shootin and you all of the tell
syrup on a curb, and we pull up to his bloc. 6 side slugs we gon let em pop the gloc
bro really trappin had his henesse out the pot. if he want beef we gon put him up on fox

(2nd verse)
with the a’s late night makin bangers
sh-t lit, can’t wait till we famous. gettin money, and i know it won’t change us
late night whitcha b-tch ima take her. glock-40 and it came with a lazer
shootin sh-t in the field still dangerous
in my soul know you never gon take it. never love a b-tch my heart she won’t break it
icy b-tch but she in my room naked
only gang don’t f-ck with no strangers

runnin round with the l-ss, so i had to erase em. gang
runnin down on a opp like freddy no chasin. uh
she want me to chase her. but it’s only the paper i’m chasin
i am just trappin, trappin money flip like gymnastic, nastics
that b-tch is nasty, nasty she gon shake it for the cashy, cashy
i’m with the gang yeah, gang gang with the gang yeah. woah. i’m with the a’s yeah. a’s way, with the a’s yeah

(chorus)
i was posted on the bloc, i was tryna make it sell, 30-shot glock we gon’ empty out the sh-lls

n-ggas really trappin we gon’ p-ss em out a mill. if we get to shootin and you all of the tell
syrup on a curb, and we pull up to his bloc. 6 side slugs we gon let em pop the gloc
bro really trappin had his henesse out the pot. if he want beef we gon put him up on fox

(3rd verse: melvoni)
i’m with the x, i’m with the dots
smokin gas till my lungs is nothin, yeah
don’t care watchu say. don’t try your luck
we throwin shots while y’all throwin shots
up on the guak. i love the profit. i keep my hoe back and countin my pockets
big coats, you know i hold a rocket. choppa pick em’ up and pop-em and lock em’, ya, ya
choppa make a n-gga levitate, i’m tryna send a opp’ to the gates. i know i just gotta concentrate. i’m tryna make sure my money straight, (money straight)
young n-gga, know that i’m up. i know these mothaf-ckas hate. (hate)
i know these mothaf-ckes hate. (why?)
i know they hate cause my sh-t hot, my sh-t pop, better kick rocks
i’m going up to the tip top. and i know that sh-t gon bust ya fig top
she wanna come to the studio, tell that b-tch l!ck c-cks. why kevin always tryna bring dots
boss up, she betta f-ck the whole gang, she betta f-ck the whole gang

(chorus)
i was posted on the bloc, i was tryna make a sell, 30-shot glock we gon’ empty out the sh-lls

n-ggas really trappin we gon’ p-ss em out a mill. if we get to shootin and you all of the tell
syrup on a curb, and we pull up to his bloc. 6 side slugs we gon let em pop the gloc
bro really trappin had his henesse out the pot
if he want beef we gon put him up on fox

- kaliq

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