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letra de on yo ass - king von & g herbo

[intro: king von]
chopsquaddj
what?
chopsquad dj on the beat
von

[chorus: king von]
huh, i’m a motherf-ckin’ problem (motherf-cker)
huh, i’m a motherf-ckin’ problem (what?)
n-ggas runnin’ up on me, gon’ need a motherf-ckin’ doctor
i done shot too many n-ggas, need another f-ckin’ choppa (boom, boom)
huh, what? i’m a motherf-ckin’ problem, lil’ n-gga
huh, what? i’m a motherf-ckin’ problem
n-ggas runnin’ up on me, gon’ need a motherf-ckin’ doctor
i done shot too many n-ggas, need another f-ckin’ choppa (boom, boom)

[verse 1: king von]
ooh sh-t i’m on your motherf-ckin’ ass (on your ass)
come outside i’m in your motherf-ckin’ grass (i’m in your grass)
you still in school? i’m in your motherf-ckin’ class
i got von and he really do the motherf-ckin’ dash, huh (vroom-vroom)
huh, why i still run the city? (run the city)
got these drums in our guns, call ’em titties (call ’em titties n-gga)
i got power, call me 50 (just call me 50)
lil’ n-gga want smoke, he gon’ get it (come and get it, n-gga)
ridin’ through chiraq (i’m in the city, n-gga)
catch a n-gga lackin’, shoot his back (with that 50, n-gga)
don’t see n0body, where these n-ggas at? (where they at?)
i’ve been lurkin’ for so long, ran out of gas (b-tch i’m in, ho)
i saw ’em at the store but i ain’t have my mask
this the last f-ckin’ time that the opps gettin’ a pass (on my momma n-gga)

[verse 2: g herbo]
yeah
graduated from the streets, i’m a motherf-ckin’ scholar (you know)
sober on my first hit, ain’t need no motherf-ckin’ yoppa (uh-uh)
pulled on n-ggas block with glocks out, like a motherf-ckin’ choppa (brra)
ballin’ on these f-ckboys, i pop my motherf-ckin’ collar, ayy
g herbo (g herbo)
make sure in chiraq gotta say g herbo
posted on the hood, i ain’t worried ’bout opps
know all the lil kids wana see swervo
i keep a .40 glock down in the fur coat
high speed on the car, it’s a turbo (skrr)
real internet, bet the streets spread the word tho’ (yeah)
boy these b-tches ha-ha, beast go infernal (boom-boom)
if them n-ggas slidin’, f-ck we sittin’ on the curb for? (what?)
percs have n-ggas itchin’ but them b-tches give you a urge tho
merch mask, we’ll put them b-tches on a purge tho’ (yeah you know that)

- king von g herbo

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