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letra de $$ freestyle - lil iso

[verse 1: lil iso]
how you gonna flex without a check
i’m sipping lean pouring up hi-tech
ion’ want f-ck shawty just gimmie neck
i’m at the top of the roof like a private jet
i’m smoking gas i’m gonna forget
i cannot f-ck on no b-tch cause she celibate
i just might f-ck on that bih for the h-ll of it
you n-ggas fake yall so irrelevant

i might just go get the bag
hop in a jag i think i got jet lag
f-ck on that b-tch and i p-ss i did the dash
hop in that mother f-cking coupe
so you know i’m going fast
you tresp-ss then you get hit with the mac
blue hundreds in the stash

bankroll, bankroll
yeah i love counting the bankrolls
say so, say so, she do whatever i say so
young n-gga counting the pesos
i chase a bag i cannot chase hoes
i get my gas straight from the mangro
boss on you n-ggas feel like i’m django

bad b-tch exotic
i take a xan feel so hypnotic
you n-ggas lame where is yo logic
i’m stacking up getting this profit
i got a .30 you n-ggas plotting
i got a b-tch she from the tropics
ion’ want f-ck bih give me noggin
icy patek it’s perfect timing
you n-ggas cap yall just be lying

plug touch down like his name was ryan
you a lame -ss boy lil n-gga keep trying
that bih gonna do what i say like i’m simon
stay in the field like i was a lion
you ain’t start up lil n-gga please keep prying
you n-ggas wanna be like me keep trying
if he coming around the choppa gonna fry him

[verse 2: notorious tae]
aye, choppa hit right in his face
that b-tch gonna f-ck in a wraith
kicking her outta my place
i gotta mill in the safe
all of these n-ggas they hate
his b-tch she giving me face
i got the choppa he late
shooting his -ss then i skate
don’t want the s-x i want face
she stuck on my d-ck like a brace

i got the racks in ya face, aye
i do not f-ck with the jakes, aye
i got the glock at ya case, aye
smoking backwoods to the face, aye
i’m a make these n-ggas run
i’m putting my d-ck on yo b-tch tongue
i got the draco i’m shooting for fun
diamonds they shine the motherf-cking sun
sipping on lean i ain’t sipping no rum
shawty gonna chew on my d-ck like some gum
yo n-gga he broke and that n-gga a bum
i got the choppa i shoot like osama

my b-tch black and white like back in time
i got the mop i put you in line
n-ggas they lame they taking my shine
yo b-tch keep calling i hit decline
f-cking that b-tch my d-ck in her spine
toting the steel toting the iron
we at the party we got the nine
that sh-t was bl–dy it looked like some heinz

taxing that gas i need the fine
sipping on wock i ain’t sipping no wine
diamonds they shine might make you blind
i got yo b-tch she calling my line
you ain’t trying to f-ck then you wasting ya time
my n-ggas they slatt my n-ggas they slime
me and iso blow up they call us a bomb
blowing the chop making sh-t calm

- lil iso

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