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letra de c'mon - lil bizzy asf

[intro]
mhm, mhm, c’mon, c’mon
mhm, mhm, c’mon
mhm, mhm, mhm, c’mon
mhm, c’mon

[verse]
when i get it, i risk it like satan <- [?] if he just step back, hit him twice in the face if a n-gga feel like [?] fasho at the party bl!cked up, i ain't dying with hoes 'cause a n-gga ass know that he dying fasho n-gga ahh playing with them lows n-gga i get a lo, i be sitting outside of that b-tch and my switch get to blowing like "ugh, get clear" 'cause bro got the switches in here bro went on a task and ain't drop his mask, now i think he facing some years bro died, i ain't waste no tears tryna put hot sh-t to a opp n-gga ear free toney, free carlos secures and i hate the police, they be weird [chorus] bustin' that glock, gotta thank you, c'mon if you hit yo' opponents, c'mon man they hate that i shoot like a pro, i be shooting alone but shoot better with bro, fasho if that b-tch got a throat, c'mon shouldn't have to remind you to leave yo' phone lil' bro get a drop and we bl!ck up the lo' call my z's, they be on it fasho [verse] ay, better hide all the clidren, you know 'cause i'm with them k!llers, you know hit his top, watch him bleed out slow, since he drop all 'em disses, he got k!lled for that flow [?] lungs so i hit up the store this sh-t so bad, left his ass on the floor ("did you hit 'em") you already know he ain't made it out the yard, he was just too slow ay, big squad, two hunnid, got two new .50s don't ask where i be 'cause i'm just too busy(bizzy) ay, she likin' my lineup, i pay juice2crispy ay, twin checked his mouth, he was just to l!cky 'cause i'm tryna hit nothing but tops we bending b-tches in bans and blocks he a hot head, we gone fang his top feel like christmas, i hit for these bands and glocks [chorus] if that glock got a .30, c'mon if you hit yo' opponents, c'mon man they hate that i shoot like a pro, i be shooting alone but shoot better with bro, fasho if that b-tch got a throat, c'mon shouldn't have to remind you to leave yo' phone lil' bro get a drop and we bl!ck up the lo' call my z's, they be on it fasho [verse] ay, we wet 'em up like a sprinkler in here bro put iron on hm like he wrinkled in here all of my n-ggas blow dope, know a dude want smoke, all my n-ggas hit blinkers in here ay, i be around k!llers, secured we the one n-ggas feared, 'cause b-tches can't put n-ggas there we sweeped through his block, we ain't hit his lil' top, but i swear he gotta live his whole life in a chair [outro] uh, c'mon uh, c'mon c'mon, c'mon, c'mon brrrrr, c'mon c'mon c'mon

- lil bizzy asf

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