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letra de planet fitness - kdot 600

[intro: kdot 600]
mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (hold up, hold up, jb, you make this sh-t?)
mm, mm, yeah, pull up, tryna catch a f-ckin’— (yeah, mm, snail)
mm, mm, mm, arp, i’m tryna catch a f-ckin’, mm (aight)
run the, ooh, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, mm, snail, mm (d-mn)

[verse: kdot 600 & vock9ine]
aight, clutchin’ thirty stick (d-mn)
cop that g-lock 26 (fully)
nah, six-inch fully arp, i’m tryna catch a f-ckin’— (d-mn)
mixin’ addies with the tris (d-mn)
heart beatin’ fast, i’m high as sh-t (d-mn)
dude got hit with .223s, but my ap got five-six (d-mn, d-mn)
bro on stage with two bl!cks (with two)
you know we breakin’ news sh-t (news)
these n-ggas know what we did (d-mn), but they see us, don’t do sh-t (yeah, thirty gang)
in my faygo, this a tris (d-mn, d-mn, pull up)
i’m in traffic with my six (d-mn, with my)
n-gga dissin’ on the snails, he probably mad about a— (d-mn)
probably mad about a b-tch (d-mn)
bro went ap on the wrist
don’t pull beside me actin’ strange, f-ck droppin’ my window, just start hittin’
might f-ck around, jump in the crowd (in the crowd)
this b-tch packed like rolling loud (rolling loud)
i’m on stage, i’m rollin’ lou— (d-mn)
n-gga play, we switch the— aight
n-gga play, f-ck up the function (aight)
high as f-ck, i’m overly bustin’
if my brodie up his fire, i’m right behind, we bail out dumpin’ (d-mn)
bail out dumpin’, bail out bl!ckin’ (d-mn)
don’t tote no standard, pop out еxtension
i’m in the trap, still bustin’ down bags and pushin’ them pounds likе planet fitness (mm, mm, like planet, yeah)
[verse 2: vock9ine]
got my 10 mil’ (fire), if sh-t go down, i blow my gun, sh-t, i ain’t trippin’ (brrt, nah)
bbl on back that switchy (on back that, brrt)
many men just end up missin’ (come here, okay)
we put switch on guns, watch n-ggas run (then buck down, hit that glee)
if he fall, he done, that baby back, they’ll shoot lil’ bro on feet
up on a terp, get turned to terps, that fully burst put sh-t to sleep (yeah)
this two dead opps mixed with dessert, just threw back ‘ercs, b-tch, i get geeked (rrr)
beat down that road, can’t duck that fully (rrr)
i’m like derrick rose, went mvp (yeah, yeah)
on three different drugs, that sh-t gettin’ to me (i still show her love when she— show the love, yeah, yeah)
yeah, i still show her love when she get mad
the glock 20, that soul sn-tcher (soul sn-tcher)
steady blowin’ smoke while you’re at your plan (rrr)

[outro: vock9ine]
the glock 20, that soul sn-tcher, blowin’ at your plan
the glock 20, that soul sn-tcher, a real b-st-rd, n-gga’s head
grr, grret
i’m on fire

- kdot 600

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