letra de medellin cartel! - lil $horty
[intro]
(brando sh-t)
[chorus: lil $horty]
i got that lean, i’m the hood doctor
h-ll nah, i can’t give a b-tch a dollar
drivin’ the foreign like paul walker
we move with the choppa’, n-gga, like a stalker
hard in the paint like waka flocka
came in this b-tch ballin’ serge ibaka
i’m finna blow when sh-t get real
ice on my wrist, got me on chill
i’m not from chicago but my n-ggas drill
my shooter just called me, said “easy k!ll”
i’m stackin’ my money tall like shaquille
my prices still shock a n-gga like a eel
i’m thuggin’ lil’ n-gga, f-ck how you feel
don’t play with my gang if you wanna live
[verse 1: lil randy]
don’t play with my gang, you don’t wanna get hurt
one phone-call put you on a shirt
stayin’ ten toes, got it out the dirt
came with the gang and they rеady to murk’ some
step in this b-tch and i’m sippin’ on syrup
she bootеd off molly, i’m itchin’ off percs
run off on the plug, finesse for the worst
these n-ggas ridin’ the wave, we created it first
[verse 2: diego money]
i’m sippin’, i can’t do the perc
i’m f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch, make her squirt
i’m in the kitchen with the birds
inside the trap, lit like a concert
these ysl shoes, i don’t rock converse
that ice on my neck, [?]
hit a n-gga with a thirty-round burst
everything you think you did i done first
i stay touchin’ cash like a clerk
make the wrong move and get left on a outskirt
[chorus: lil $horty]
i got that lean, i’m the hood doctor
h-ll nah, i can’t give a b-tch a dollar
drivin’ the foreign like paul walker
we move with the choppa’, n-gga, like a stalker
hard in the paint like waka flocka
came in this b-tch ballin’ serge ibaka
i’m finna blow when sh-t get real
ice on my wrist, got me on chill
i’m not from chicago but my n-ggas drill
my shooter just called me, said “easy k!ll”
i’m stackin’ my money tall like shaquille
my prices still shock a n-gga like a eel
i’m thuggin’ lil’ n-gga, f-ck how you feel
don’t play with my gang if you wanna live
[verse 3: lil $horty]
i’m sippin’ on syrup like big moe
these racks in my pockets fat, fat joe
[?]
[chorus: lil $horty]
i got that lean, i’m the hood doctor
h-ll nah, i can’t give a b-tch a dollar
drivin’ the foreign like paul walker
we move with the choppa’, n-gga, like a stalker
hard in the paint like waka flocka
came in this b-tch ballin’ serge ibaka
i’m finna blow when sh-t get real
ice on my wrist, got me on chill
i’m not from chicago but my n-ggas drill
my shooter just called me, said “easy k!ll”
i’m stackin’ my money tall like shaquille
my prices still shock a n-gga like a eel
i’m thuggin’ lil’ n-gga, f-ck how you feel
don’t play with my gang if you wanna live
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- letra de desasosiego - shinovi sambrailo
- letra de i still love you - yosiel morales
- letra de shitty coffee table - disheveled cuss
- letra de 口笛どろぼう (whistle theif) - going under ground
- letra de blood on the sheets - trassh vampire
- letra de past the atmosphere - skyblew
- letra de strict - alexis saucedo
- letra de how it feels to play minecraft with the grinch - sumatazora
- letra de special place* - niykee heaton