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letra de e b fuckin k - lil tony official

[intro]
blaow
f-ck
f-ck y’all n-gga ass on, man
haha, tighten up (what?)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
real-deal smacker, rubber bands on my glock, can’t buy no grip, get active (baow, baow, baow, baow)
built-in switch, not a [?], f-ck n-gga gon’ clap him (f-ck n-gga gon’ clap him, yeah)
yeah, snake boy felt that zig, he ain’t never get back, n-gga, f-ck your gang, get active (f-ck your gang)
“teekee standin’ on business,” f-ck n-gga, don’t drag it (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
yeah, i don’t never get to hoop with n-ggas, these opp-ass n-ggas be playin’ madden
in the last two years, four n-ggas had said, “f-ck gang,” now they all in heaven
i got a fat-ass seventy-five rounds in this drac’, h-ll nah, i will not stop saggin’
hang out the window lit, this fully quake, screamed, “f-ck your gang,” what happened?

[verse]
b-tch, i’m ebk, don’t say we cliqued, n-gga ass get popped for cappin’ (f-ck your gang, n-gga)
p-ssy-ass n-gga tried bark down on me in text, i almost got parked for [?] (baow)
once again, them n-ggas said, “f-ck gang,” caught hot sh-t, check the rap sheet
and if they still living, we gon’ get to ’em, don’t even trip, they gon’ see (n-gga, what? what?)
i heard word around they want me
come and get me, i ain’t duckin’ no wreck
i just bought the gang fullies
lil’ twin upgrade from a k!ll
they think that’s some more n-ggas behind that work, they don’t even know we did that (baow, baow, baow)
b-tch-ass n-gga been tryna contest this sh-t like we won’t push his wig back (baow, baow, baow)
come through, money spread, i’m a young rich n-gga, this sh-t goin’ straight to my head
i dropped a bag on lil’ buddy and threw on some extra to make sure the young n-gga dead
teekee sped, [?] shoot lil’ b-tch in his dreads
b-tch [?], must’ve thought i was scared
yeah, n-gga mad i said f-ck they mans, well, f-ck him again, he dead
your b-tch wasn’t live, i’d clap him again
get to slingin’ this draco on the opp n-gga block [?] i’m pushin’ [?] in his skin
i got the young n-gga [?], lil’ twin tryna f-ck sh-t in
[chorus]
real-deal smacker, rubber bands on my glock, can’t buy no grip, get active (baow, baow, baow, baow)
built-in switch, not a [?], f-ck n-gga gon’ clap him (f-ck n-gga gon’ clap him)
yeah, snake boy felt that zig, he ain’t never get back, n-gga, f-ck your gang, get active (n-gga, f-ck your gang)
“teekee standin’ on business,” f-ck n-gga, don’t drag it (f-ck n-gga, don’t drag it)
i don’t never get to hoop with n-ggas, these opp-ass n-ggas be playin’ madden
in the last two years, four n-ggas had said, “f-ck gang,” now they all in heaven (baow, baow, baow, baow)
i got a fat-ass seventy-five rounds in this drac’, h-ll nah, i will not stop saggin’
hang out the window lit, this fully quake, screamed, “f-ck your gang,” what happened? (n-gga, f-ck your gang, n-gga)

[outro]
do one more

- lil tony official

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