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letra de starting lineup 2 - keepitpeezy

[intro]
(brrt, brrt, stick ’em, ha ha ha, stick ’em)

[verse 1: ebk young joc]
dog called and said it’s money on the floor
cuddie hit the road for lil money, he a joke
n-ggas buying baby chains from [?] knowing they broke
just to go and show the hoes you got some [?] ass gold
if you posing for the hoes n-ggas finna get exposed
we just hit the road, ain’t have no time to pack no poles
i’m gon’ do the time and juvie wrapping up the bowls
hari doing time just for tryna get some [?]
[?] told me he ain’t tripping, that’s just how the game go
tryna run, drakey wrap around his legs, tango
n-ggas said they got on who? silly kid, i can’t go
n-ggas said they got on who? silly kid, i can’t go
[verse 2: keepitpeezy]
heard about you in the streets, i can’t put you on a track
twеnty-two for a bowl, they like, “d-mn, p, you tax”
twenty thousand on your hеad’ll make your brother turn his back
plug threw me ten, was doing bad, i did the dash
you ain’t got a bag, sell your p-ssy, shake your ass
when you coming from the bottom it feel different in that bag
watch me [?] the benz, i pull off, it’s gon’ drag
rubber bands in my pocket, need belt, i still sag

[verse 3: mbnel]
i still sag, aye, and i can’t trust that b-tch, that hoe f-g
free my n-gga [?], knocked his dread off with a mac
i play the broke role, i barely flex me the stacks
and i told him i’m buying packs, he trust me, i’m finna lash
pistols in this load, bro on parole, bro, do the dash
[?], last face he seen, don’t need a mask
couple hundred for my belt, that’s on my waist but i still sag
pistols get to knocking, they feel them hooks [?]
apologize to my mama, she hate me, she on my ass
i just popped a jigga, i’m rolling, it wasn’t a half
apologizing to my mama, she hate me, she on my ass
and i just popped a jigga, i’m rolling, it wasn’t a half

[verse 4: young slo-be]
(it’s the gang)
boy, we 2100 gang, we don’t need y’all
last weekend i robbed my plug, i’m a sleazeball
you ain’t even got no pole, n-gga, don’t even jozz
knife on this chop, looking like a saw
aye, ooh, n-gga, you’s a b-tch
n-gga, don’t act hard, i know you see the stick
hollow tips like eye drops, i’ma let it drip
and juvie ju throwing shots, n-gga, that’s a assist
free hari b
on that drill, did you hit him? put it on the b
that’s the sucker side, they homie just a memory
rip [?] n-gga, they gon’ remember me
lil b-tch in my dm, how you remember me?
took the boys on one, had to throw the heat
had to throw my heat
took the boys on one, had to throw the heat
[verse 5: ebk juvie]
wipe me down, dust me off like some new kicks
this that music make you turn up, wanna shoot sh-t
i’ma die before i lie up in my music
he talk too much, you could tell he got loose lips
aye, d-mn, he really b-tchmade
i been thugging, that’s my buzzin before tenth grade
she wanna kick it, lil b-tch, i ain’t no sensei
i talk to god but the devil off to get me
audible, run it back, it’s a trick play
on the road with the bowls, it get risky
he tried to touch, it’s a [?], i’ma stiff him
he tried to touch, it’s a [?], i’ma stiff him

[verse 6: ebk young joc]
ooh, n-gga, that don’t make no sense
we don’t cop the half, like, what the f-ck? we tryna cop a brick
i catch a sucker in the open and he getting drenched
like, why you loafing? boy, you should’ve had your bl!ck on you
we’ll get on you, lil cuddie tryna spit on you
i don’t go nowhere without my pole, you see this b-tch poking
n-gga, you see this b-tch poking
i don’t go nowhere without my pole, you see this b-tch poking

[verse 7: keepitpeezy]
touch down and run it up, i put n-ggas in they feelings
yeah, we got the poles in if we in the building
[?] the b-tch up, she gon’ show me where he chilling
seven thousand for my friends, b-tch, i’m in my bag
if i could do it you could do it, tell me why they mad, on parole still sliding ’round with gas
don’t label me a rapper, b-tch, i got it out the trap
mr. make it happen, turn a dollar to a stack
on the road ten hours, still gotta make it back
if all else fails i believe in the trap
i’ma cross my fingers ’til he tell me that they land
brother, can i trust you? gotta tell me where you stand

- keepitpeezy

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