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letra de shaddy x kob3 - kob3

[intro]
([?] on the beat boy)
(hahaha) yea, keeping a stack(aye)

[chorus]
aye, i keep a stack, all in the bag (all in the bag, all in the bag)
they like who that, they like who that (they like who that, they like who that)
aye (aye, aye) shawty, aye

[verse 1: shaddy]
they gon look me up, they get started on some [?]
playin’ wit your b-tch, like her nickname is “atari”
diamonds really glizz, if they blind you then i’m sorry
they try to shoot it up, but they know i gotta army
i keep purp in my cup (aye) b-tch we call it barney
permanent writing with different colors, only sharpie
on my white boy sh-t, my n-gga kob3 screaming “gnarly” (aye)
kd super boss, so i might just call it harvey
walk into the room, tried to ride me like a harley (she tryna ride)
n-ggas talkin’ sh-t, but they do that sh-t heartly (aye)
n-ggas ride the wave, but they late, it’s a tardy
my wrist be on freeze, with the cream, like a frosty (aye)
i be with the game, b-tch we be chillin’
i would say i’m gucci, but really imma villain
you gotta bring your b-tch, n-gga ain’t no third wheelin’ (aye)
imma make you burn, like the sun, now you peelin’ (aye)
imma keep it real (eh) i keep it one hunnid’
all the b-tches on me, i swear that they love me (they love it, aye)
b-tch i be with trills (huh) hot just like the oven (aye)
ice in my grill, really it is nothin’ (aye)
i just wanna hit, then i’m out, ain’t no cuffin’
keep the heater on my hip, if you run up, then i’m bustin’
you ain’t gon do sh-t, your whole squad, they be bluffin’ (aye)
p-ss it to my n-gga, kob3, got the b-tches blushin’

[verse 2: kob3]
got b-tches on my line, wrapped around my arm
necklace be shinin; but i need another charm
every time i step in, i set off an alarm
want to be rich, put a rolex on my arm
b-tch i’m rockin’ vans, be the one who skates on mars
poppin’ out the coupe, wanna buy another car
me and big bro, used to play up in the yard
twelve, rollin’ down the street, i swear they actin’ hard
used to be cool, with my gang, now i’m not
found another [?] i could’ve filled in for my spot
back with my old gang, meet inside the spot
comin’ through with a fan, cuz the block hot

[end]

- kob3

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