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letra de abc's - li rye

[intro]
(sp-cy got this sauce, ho)

[verse]
i’m on they ass and they know that
been paying for homicides
got a n-gga scared to pop outside
if it’s in my hand, know i’ma blow that
the head was trash, i gave his ho back
stick in my pants, they know i tote that
i got that bag, ain’t gotta show that
i’m the richest young n-gga out my city
n-ggas mad and they ain’t f-cking with me
i drop my mask and get to hitting
we on they ass until it’s finished
we got more poles than planet fitness
them folks, they know that i’m rich, i’m still standing on business
still post up in the trenches
i pay for her lashes, she buy me extensions
high-speed chase, i hope that i don’t crash, can’t let ’em catch me with it
’cause if i go to jail, won’t get a bond, them folks gon’ have me sittin’
’cause if i got to jail, them b-tches gon’ try to give me a sentence
they know i promote the violence and i’m violent, so they gon’ send me straight to prison
ayy, i hate when n-ggas try to be somebody that they not
just ’cause they see another n-gga with a bag
she tryna eat my d all night soon as she pop an e
police tryna sentence me
and she gon’ eat that d-ck up all night, i give her half this e
f stand for f-ck you
pull the g-lock out my pants so i can bust you
my cousin on that h
i don’t take no l’s, but i know you do
“est flow” got an m on youtube
and i done dropped a lotta of bags on them fools
aw, you the one say you p?
if i ain’t sign with gucci mane, i’d probably sign with qc
glocks-r-us, i keep a switch on me
walk with my brothers, all i hear is, “sss”
i got them snakes with me
might put your b-tch ass on a tee
for dissing, b-tch, that was you
nutted in her v
call her a b-tch, that’s just what thugs do
i hated that b-tch, so when she left, that was a w
i don’t f-ck with none of my exes
they ask why? ’cause i don’t want to
uh, i was in florida with them z’s
one, two, three, hundred glocks on me
four, five, six, make n-ggas use they feet
seven, eight, nine, ten
i was k!llin’ n-ggas, wasn’t down here cryin’
’cause i wouldn’t miss a day of slidin’
they ask me why that b-tch ain’t dead yet, ’cause that n-gga hidin’
they ask me why that b-tch ain’t dead yet, ’cause that n-gga don’t be outside
and everybody who live in mobile know for sure i ain’t lyin’
everybody live in mobile know that i’m slanging iron
no questions, know i’m bangin’ mine
shoot this glock like a blunt mixed with weed and crack, i’ma lace his mind
revenge ain’t got no date, so he can lose his life at any time
like a magic trick, watch how i blow his mind
never go to the gym, only time i lift is when i’m pumpin’ iron
oh, i meant slanging iron, i meant slanging iron
got a four-pound on me right now, who wanna lose they life? uh
k!lled that b-tch before, he came back, watch me k!ll him twice

- li rye

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