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letra de been doin' this - lil $horty

[hook]
[?] lil’ n-gga, go read a book
come in my spot and show you how to cook
drop .40, hit his ass with a hook
jump shot, you gon’ get your ass shook
smokin’ on cookie, relax and i’m chillin’
ar, black air forces gon’ knock down a building
[?] just beat his ass, [?]
two-tone glock but i’m not the owner
i drop down yo’ chimney, i’m feelin’ like santa

[bridge]
gang sh-t man
know how the f-ck i’m rockin’ man, free my n-gga tay man
gang sh-t man
[?]’s on me man, glocks ’n sh-t (bow, bow)

[verse]
i’m straight n-gga, here’s a joint
[?], like i’m from new york (sosa, you made this b-tch?)
[?] school, had the glock in my shorts
sellin’ dope, b-tch i don’t do the sports
kissin’ that red in the sprite, i’m leaning
my mama hit the blunt, she said that she geeked
i checked at the front door, and they beat
i’m in the trap, sweating like i’m [?]
[hook]
[?] lil’ n-gga, go read a book
come in my spot and show you how to cook
drop .40, hit his ass with a hook
jump shot, you gon’ get your ass shook
smokin’ on cookie, relax and i’m chillin’
ar, black air forces gon’ knock down a building
[?] just beat his ass, [?]
two-tone glock but i’m not the owner
i drop down yo’ chimney, i’m feelin’ like santa

[verse 2]
i’m on the block and i snap like a camera
like a judge, i hit yo’ ass with the hammer
[?] like i’m from atlanta
i’m with some n-ggas that’s crippin’ like nipsey
drop up the lean, this sh-t got me tipsy
punchin’ that glock, [?]
bullets start flyin’, just like a frisbee
[?]
keep a stick tucked, strapped with that glizzy
ridin’ around with that b-tch on the seat
ambulance comin’, wrap him in a sheet
i ran this sh-t up and i didn’t need no cleats
put some cash on his head, just like some beats
[?] pulled up, like [?]
spent ten bands on a new piece (yuh, yuh)
[verse 3]
ayy, you thought i was done, but no i’m not finished
f-ck a society, i’m the menace
rock out with that choppa like i’m john lennon
[?], you know that i’m spinnin’
f-ck all these n-ggas, i f-ck all they women
n-ggas be tellin’, n-ggas tellin’ secrets
so much cash, you tellin’ me i’ma beat it?
[?] ain’t no matter, b-tch i do not need it
sn-tch a chain, [?]
he got his ass shot, he stop coming ’round
i got them packs like a play with a brown
strapped like a hummer, we got hunnid rounds
blueberry shawty, don’t f-ck with no clowns
osama bin laden, blow his ass down
wet his ass up, i hope his ass drown

- lil horty

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