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letra de no competition - leon evans

big bank rolls
lookin round ain’t no competition
wrist on froze
water rolling down my arm, dripping
two tone rolls
pulling up on yo hoe, wipping
blowing on smoke, kush my cologne, purp my incent
down then she wit it, its real let me feel it
she rubbing the stick, i play wit her titties
they call bout the money, i run to go get it
they said couldn’t do it and that’s why i did it
million and spinning, i’m still independent
you ain’t help me make it don’t clock how i spend it
make then blow it, i’m lit and i know it
they see me, i’m on now they all in they feelings
want me i give her dose
heard about it, come see it up close
in town so they clockin’ they b-tches
don’t worry, i don’t want yo hoe
run up, you won’t
play if you want
running up on me, get hit with that pump
i ain’t come to play witcha
i aim that k atcha
boy we can handle this sh-t how you want
ain’t worried bout nothing
its not a discussion
n-gga was arguing, next min he slump
beefin, i pray for ya
got nunntin to say to ya
n-ggas too close need to back the f-ck up
backwoods. rolling sunntin potent
talking loud, loud they gon’ smell us coming
blowing money sh-t ain’t never nothing
100k in gucci probably never touch it
i’m forever thuggin, im forever stuntin
you ain’t talking money you ain’t sayin nothing
if she bad im busting, boy that’s not a question
i need head, concussion
i need spit and suction
i ain’t even talking but don’t you interrupt me
if i feed yo b-tch then she gon’ wanna f-ck
tie her hands say don’t you f-cking touch me
say you like it rough, b-tch how rough you want it
gun in my bag
coming up, turning up, blowing up, f-cking up tags
running up packs
cuttin up, rolling up, pulling up
suck it up, n-gga you mad
ain’t fronting you jack
play and get capped
cops run down, n-gga bet you you’d rat
32 mac
9mil strong enough to lay a p-ssy n-gga right down on his back
don’t come to my trap you ain’t welcome
n-gga hard of hearing i can help em’
n-gga all beef get dealt wit
i’ma rockstar, no elvis
when seasons change n-gga so do my wips
bought a range picked up yo b-tch
throw a stack, she don’t gimme lip
in the back yard making p-rno clips
heard you was hating (gun c-ck), n-gga say it again
oh you was just playing, n-gga f-ck all that sh-t
better stop playing wit n-ggas
put that on my young ones
my n-ggas is gang members
i’ll get you f-cked up boy that’s word to my mama

- leon evans

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