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letra de stop playin - l5 (rapper)

[intro: l5]
i threw the box on my glock, ever
ever since, it been trippin’
(i love you, l5)
i want j-money gone, p-ssy n-gga still dissin’

[chorus: l5]
why these p-ssy n-ggas playin’ like we don’t ride ’round with switches?
hitman, i got glock in hand, i catch my opp close-up, no missin’
i kicked my partner out the spot, he ain’t tryna slide, that n-gga trippin’
and, yeah, i’m locked in with lil dj, he gon’ step, he never b-tchin’
i want j-money gone, drop a dub, that n-gga dissin’
ayy, f-ck them boys he be postin’, know they rollin’ in them ditches
i threw a box on my glock, ever since, the b-tch be glitchin’
i told lil 05 that wе rich, when he come homе, he gotta listen (free 05)
freak b-tch suck me to the bone, don’t need no condom, she gon’ rip it (you know that)
ar5 a real thug, don’t do karate, but he kickin’ (n-gga)
i just threw back addy-30, b-tch, it feel like i’m flippin’ (n-gga)
bend it over, f-ck a perky, b-tch, i bet i still k!ll it

[verse: lil dre6o]
n-gga, f-ck a four-five, know i hop out with ten milli’
know he mad his partner gone, i don’t give a f-ck, boy, deal with it
i know a n-gga that signed a deal, still in the streets, he still k!llin’
don’t speak on baby k, feel like he died today, i still feel it
hold up
b-tch said, “just stay down, this sh-t here comin’,” i’m already knowin’
twin said “dg, don’t shoot, you might just crash,” but f-ck it, i’m already blowin’
fresh out my sleep, i might just see an opp, he died ten in the morning (uh)
i don’t care if they came out today, gon’ drill inside these jordans
that opp n-gga made a diss soon as he got out, his ass is not important
his ass can’t rap, he might as well write a book and tell them fake-ass stories
ain’t with that groupie sh-t, you gotta go if your ass keep d-mn recordin’
[chorus: l5]
why these p-ssy n-ggas playin’ like we don’t ride ’round with switches?
hitman, i got glock in hand, i catch my opp close-up, no missin’
i kicked my partner out the spot, he ain’t tryna slide, that n-gga trippin’
and, yeah, i’m locked in with lil dj, he gon’ step, he never b-tchin’
i want j-money gone, drop a dub, that n-gga dissin’
ayy, f-ck them boys he be postin’, know they rollin’ in them ditches
i threw a box on my glock, ever since, the b-tch be glitchin’
i told lil 05 that we rich, when he come home, he gotta listen (free 05)
freak b-tch suck me to the bone, don’t need no condom, she gon’ rip it (you know that)
ar5 a real thug, don’t do karate, but he kickin’ (n-gga)
i just threw back addy-30, b-tch, it feel like i’m flippin’ (n-gga)
bend it over, f-ck a perky, b-tch, i bet i still k!ll it

- l5 rapper

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