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letra de no cap - lil monté (3l)

[verse 1]
and the way they turning you should call them timothy
sick and tired of these streets, girl i need a remedy
baby, smith & wesson for safety
foreign whip, a four and a baby
we came from stoley’s to rollies, yeah
we smoked your homie, homie, yeah
they didn’t want to pay me
i got paid, now they want to pay attention
big glock with extensions
smith & wesson, i ain’t stressing
i count my blessings
i got dead friends, hey
i got a lot of dead friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
how my life a living h-ll thought i was heaven sent
murder in my dna that ain’t my destiny
they took my freedom they never took my dignity
and broski got lined up i ain’t talking symmetry
[verse 2]
trap house running like it got agility
her own p-ssy stay [?] what’s the ability
wake up get my junkies h-rny, yeah i’m selling brittany spears
we’ll slave a whip and in my spirit been through dusty years
in the trenches trapping daily for a bm
trap house whipping am, pm
block hot like frying pan, i had no pot to p-ss in
and my glizzy unreleased, we left that lil’ boy leaking
hit ’em up leave him leaking by the back streets
bro, think my diamonds match the winter they so freezing cold
got some diamonds in the winter just to freeze some more
glizzy spit real fast hollows swallow you up

- lil monte 3l

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