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letra de underdog - len farii

[intro]
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huh-uh
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farii

[chorus]
double two-three shotgun gon’ hit yo’ body (yea yea)
i’mma get rich with my brothers, i’m feelin’ like roddy (uh uh)
b.r.u.c.e, that’s lee, kickin’ sh-t karate, uh uh
shootin’ my shot, you know that i’m pippen hoes, feel like scottie, uh uh
that b-tch a gnat, you know you know, hop in that scat yea i’m on go
these n-ggas be 6ix9ine’s, they rats yea that’s fasho, these n-ggas, they switch on they bro’s
i’mma og, i stick to the code, i don’t care what you owe
if you is my n-gga, we ridin’ and slidin’ together my n-gga, we countin’ this dough

[verse 1]
if you is my brother, we ridin’ and slide together my n-gga, yo’ foe is my foe
if i get this bread, i’m breakin’ that sh-t right with you my n-gga, you already know
i’m farii santana, that n-gga with red bandana’s, i’m grippin’ and clutchin’ the pole
i po’ me a 4 in a fanta, i’m sippin on lean when i muhf-ckin’ fly down the road
yo’ b-tch, she a hoe, she a thot
you thinkin’ she loyal to you, but she loyal to yo’ f-ckin’ money, so kick the b-tch out
i can’t bring a hoe to the trap cause she runnin’ her muhf-ckin’ mouth, so get out of the spot
see that n-gga there, he finna get shot
put his ass down, if he tryna plot
i’m takin’ his sh-t cause his neck on a yacht, like “gimme that”
[chorus]
double two-three shotgun gon’ hit yo’ body (uh uh)
i’mma get rich with my brothers, i’m feelin’ like roddy (uh uh)
b.r.u.c.e, that’s lee, kickin’ sh-t karate, uh uh
shootin’ my shot, you know that i’m pippen hoes, feel like scottie, uh uh
that b-tch a gnat, you know you know, hop in that scat yea i’m on go
these n-ggas be 6ix9ine’s, they rats yea that’s fasho, these n-ggas, they switch on they bro’s
i’mma og, i stick to the code, i don’t care what you owe
if you is my n-gga, we ridin’ and slidin’ together my n-gga, we countin’ this dough

[verse 2]
this glocky got one in the head, you heard what i said, this glocky got one in the head
yo’ b-tch on my muhf-ckin’ d-ck, she ridin’ my sh-t like that b-tch on the back of some pegs
you n-ggas be sippin’ on green, ain’t sippin’ no lean, my cup bleed, sippin’ red
you n-ggas be rats, but really ain’t gettin’ no cheese, i’m over here countin’ bread
my money it spread, this big four-five on me got a muhf-ckin’ clip like a leg
yo’ hoe givin’ head, but i do not want the p-ssy, you a p-ssy n-gga and you fled
leave that n-gga dead, for talkin’ that sh-t, so put his ass to bed
big b’s n-gga, yea you know i bled
b-tch i need a mill, i ain’t talkin’ tred, aha, you got that?

[chorus]
double two-three shotgun gon’ hit yo’ body (uh uh)
i’mma get rich with my brothers, i’m feelin’ like roddy (uh uh)
b.r.u.c.e, that’s lee, kickin’ sh-t karate, uh uh
shootin’ my shot, you know that i’m pippen hoes, feel like scottie, uh uh
that b-tch a gnat, you know you know, hop in that scat yea i’m on go
these n-ggas be 6ix9ine’s, they rats yea that’s fasho, these n-ggas, they switch on they bro’s
i’mma og, i stick to the code, i don’t care what you owe
if you is my n-gga, we ridin’ and slidin’ together my n-gga, we countin’ this dough
[outro]
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