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letra de wassup - l5

[intro]
we hit the mall and ball all day (what’s up?)
lames on stall and we ball when we play (what’s up?)
a b-tch n-gga (what?), my swag at a milli (swag at a huh?)
(on the nawfside, on the nawfside, n-gga, takin’ down opps, n-gga, with nawfside, n-gga)
come here

[chorus]
pop out the cut like, “b-tch, what’s up?” (oh yeah)
b-tch, i bang that five, i ain’t tupac, but i hit ’em up (doon-doon-doon)
n-gga talkin’ ’bout take somethin’ down, i text him, “try your luck” (b-tch-ass n-gga)
fold a n-gga with that box, yeah, this ho five, i gotta buck

[verse]
that n-gga ain’t on sh-t, n-gga can’t dodge ’em, b-tch, i got him (come here)
n-gga tried to run, i popped his ankle, hah, i got him, yeah (hah)
screamin’ free lil melly, i was geekin’, f-ck ’round, shot him (free lil melly, b-tch)
b-tch, no, i’m not dissin’, but can’t go like spotemgottem (on fire, n-gga, no)
mini micro draco, still call it a chopper (still call it a draco)
they told me she’s a square, i did my research, then i dropped her (i let her go)
no need for research, boy, you know who dropped your partner
box up on my glock, i f-cked ’round, named it buddy harper (hahahaha)
f-ck the jakes, b-tch, free lil bean (ayy, free b5)
when i’m off this addy, f-ck a perc’, sh-t make me mean (hard)
f-ckboy tried to run like, b-tch, come here, got hit in his spleen (haha)
n-ggas know l5 hittin’ up sh-t, pop glock, no, b-tch, i ain’t green (no, b-tch, i ain’t green)
yeah (yeah), b-tch, i’m forever with lil ben
we knock down them crates, only way he ain’t got hit ’cause he hit (what?)
we on the hill like jack and jill (hah)
but my brodie off a pill (oh yeah)
he goin’ off if you got bills (what?)
n-gga, i see red, all i think about is drill (nah, for real)
still don’t know who dropped your daddy, huh?
screamin’ f-ck the jakes, yeah, i’m screamin’ free lil daddy, yeah (yeah)
12 might hit the spot, that switch up in the attic (frrt)
this white b-tch wanna f-ck me, on my d-ck, she go by maddie (she go by maddie)
we spin again, we double back like, “b-tch, what’s up?”, huh (like, “b-tch, what’s up?”)
7.62 come out the drac’, gon’ make his b-tch ass duck (frraow-frraow-frraow)
[chorus]
pop out the cut like, “b-tch, what’s up?” (oh yeah)
b-tch, i bang that five, i ain’t tupac, but i hit ’em up, huh (b-tch-ass n-gga)
n-gga talkin’ ’bout take somethin’ down, i text him, “try your luck,” huh (p-ssy)
fold a n-gga with that box, yeah, this ho five, i gotta buck

[outro]
hold on, hold up, yeah, yeah

- l5

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