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letra de prada - lil ewc

[chorus]
12 shot, 9 shot, 1 shot
glock-9 got opps running like a circus
bought his b-tch a new birkin
tell bro stop on his music his sh-t is not working
spin on the block we murk him
we poke him
got him screaming and jerking
bbl b-tch she twerking
east coast me and the gang we splurging

[verse 1]
yeah b-tch they know what i do
strap on my hip so they know that i shoot
too many b-tches they thought i was cute
silence an opp nah i put him on mute
london streets calling like, ‘come here lil’ yute’
carry a body put him in the boot
running the block no need for a route
louis designer no need for the prada
how many b-tches? he getting nada
uk’s top shotta i’m getting guala
don’t rap for a dollar i am a baller
no need for a dog but i’m needing a collar
f-ck on his b-tch so you know that i call her
lyrics like poems but i ain’t no big scholar
f-ck thеse hoes pockets gеt taller
hustle the streets i am a brawler
[chorus]
12 shot, 9 shot, 1 shot
glock-9 got opps running like a circus
bought his b-tch a new birkin
tell bro stop on his music his sh-t is not working
spin on the block we murk him
we poke him
got him screaming and jerking
bbl b-tch she twerking
east coast me and the gang we splurging

[verse 2]
give me some time
i’m on my grind
born a star ready to shine
phone dnd b-tch stop calling my line
hunnids’ and hunnids’ keep racks to the side
me and my bros we ready to slide
bury a body don’t know where to hide
i said i was loyal but nah b-tch i lied
she told me ‘i thought we were bonnie and clyde’

- lil ewc

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