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letra de est flow - li rye

[intro]
n-gga on the floor with holes all in his body
left a n-gga on the floor with holes all in his body
come on, ah

[verse]
left a n-gga on the floor with holes all in his body (rrah)
skrrted off and turned a ford into a maserati (skrrt)
my people got hit for a chopper, he was movin’ sloppy (sweet ass)
doubled back, got off with my four-five, then threw up off a roxy (ahh)
won’t never stop sippin’ this lean and poppin’ oxycontin (i’m poppin’ oxy)
i fell in love with the high, it turned into a hobby (it turned to a hobby)
she tryna take her clothes off, i just want you to top me
i ain’t worried ’bout no opp, long as i’m strapped, i don’t think sh-t could stop me (boom, bah)
d-mn, flash, he posin’ for the morgue like i’m the paparazzi
they say it’s fentanyl in them pills, but i’m still poppin’ roxy (i’m still poppin’ roxy)
i got xanax bars inside my system, boxin’ with some oxys (bing, baow)
tryna f-ck these lil’ hoes raw, he woke up with a taki
couple sticks up in this whip, no puck, ain’t playin’ hockey (ain’t no playin’ hockey)
he throwin’ disses, tryna beef, that boy a fan probably (that boy a fan probably)
i done take a lot of f-ckin’ pills, but never popped no molly (i never popped no molly)
he pose with a lot of f-ckin’ guns, but never shot n0body (he never shot n0body)
n-ggas always screamin’ they a k!ller, never caught no body (he never caught no body)
fell in love with brain, i told that ho that she should keep her body (b-tch, you can keep your body)
my stick ain’t in a box, i’m tryna get rich like that n-gga roddy (roddy ricch)
huh, huh (go)
street got off, his case dismissed, henry, it’s your turn, n-gga (henry, it’s your turn, n-gga)
everybody ’round me itchin’ fingers, tryna pull they trigger (rrah)
he ain’t got no strap, he use his partner sh-t in all them trillers (that’s your homie’s)
sellin’ meth to kodak, i’d do anything to get that scrilla (oh yeah)
i was thuggin’ back when n-ggas used to drop on spinrilla (on my mama)
i keep that sh-t real, i don’t think n0body else keep it realer (on my mama)
lil’ n-gga, before he died, them hollows made his head bigger (boom, bah)
i don’t want the baby out the group, i want the head n-gga (i want the head n-gga)
i love the sound of the chop when it go, “rrah”
right hand on his chest, the left one reachin’ for the stars
never know who slidin’, pay attention to them cars (ayy, watch them cars)
i be high as f-ck, mixin’ uppers with the bars, i can’t stand straight (now i can’t stand straight)
if your brother locked behind them bars, make sure your mans straight (make sure your mans straight)
won’t fall out with my dog ’cause of no p-ssy hoes like every day (hoes like every day)
n-ggas gon’ die every day soon as we go sign a deal (that’s on my mama)
drop a bag on everybody head soon as we touch a mil’ (boom, bah)
i don’t give a f-ck how it get done, just want them n-ggas k!lled (i just want them n-ggas k!lled)
i miss my old plug, he gave me real deals on them fake pills
if i don’t got it and he do, then i’ma take his (i’ma take his)
i was born up in the streets, that’s just the way it is (that’s just the way it is)
f-ckin’ all these hoes with a rubber, i ain’t got time for kids
how you try to spin ’bout one of your partners and he run away? (stupid)
leave him dead only way, russian choppers penetrate (rrah)
pass lil’ bro the drac’, i know jaylen’ll spin any day (on god)
[outro]
only inner circle stands, we gon’ get it done, ayy (gotta get it done)
’cause we the f-ckin’ ones (the ones, n-gga)
clutchin’ bad, it feel like we got too many guns (too many guns, n-gga)
let’s go to war (let’s go to war)
let’s go to war (let’s go to war)
let’s go to war (let’s go to war)
let’s go to war (let’s go to war)
hah, hah (rrr)

- li rye

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