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letra de b right bk - lil bibby

[hook]
i put money over these b-tches cus i’m all about that sack
i just hit a b-tch from the back then i sprint right to them racks
shooting dice in my hood musta lost bout’ 10 stacks
i don’t ask for sh-t back, n-gga, i’ll be right back
i’ll be right back
i’ll be right back
say what? -cl!ck clack-
feed his -ss that mac
i’m gone off that pack
i’ll be right back
n-ggas talking smack, hold up
i’ll be right back!

[verse 1]
i move c0ke no zero
keep that on the d-lo
bibby i’m that negro
got heat
from them d boys
n-gga got a problem? gon’ head and solve em
we dont keep revolvers, dice game robbers
we some f-cking goblins, 30 in my robins
n-gga got what? gon head and rob him
n-ggas talking smack? i’ll be right back -cl!ck clack-
30 clip in that gat, machine guns go brrrattt
make a n-gga lay flat
now he can’t come back
k!llas in all black
you shoulda had yo strap
you snooze n-gga you lose n-gga
that’s a body on my tool n-gga
my nina she do n-ggas
you shoulda been a school n-gga
bibby i’m a cool n-gga
i’m broke? how you figure?
gotta win, i can’t lose n-gga
or somebody gettin screwed n-gga
my young boys gon shoot n-gga
you ain’t wit it better fall back
remember we used to fight and hit n-ggas
baseball bats
now we stay strapped and shoot at n-ggas
baseball caps
50 in that sk and you can take all that

[hook]

[verse 2]
i be in that field
where n-ggas get k!lled
we do hits, no drills
this sh-t is real
if i dont get no deal
imma sell dope and steal
anything for them bills, put me somewhere next to gill
sneak dissing, fake n-ggas don’t wanna meet me face to face
im ridin round with my gun n-gga and a young n-gga that’ll take the case
kick a door, i need cake
in the booth i go ape
i better eat for your sake
or im eating stealing off yo plate
big bucks i stack
spend it all on gats -cl!ck clack-
stain me shooting cr-ps
somebody getting jacked
another n-gga get wacked and that’s every time i come back
10 bodies that’s max
gotta trade my mac
i’m smoking
i’m riding
when i come back they hiding
that 40 with that silence
c-ck it back and im firing
dont give a f-ck who hiring
bibby, i got work
my nina gon’ twerk
put you in that dirt

[hook]

- lil bibby

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