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letra de soprano - lil tony official

[intro]
come here, n-gga (baow)
where you goin’? (baow)
b-tch ass n-gga, come here
p-ssy ass n-gga, come here (baow)
yeah, bring yo’ ass here
slap me the f-ck out a n-gga ass (slap the f-ck-)
blaow

[chorus]
yeah, why these b-tch ass n-ggas keep on rappin’ like they gon’ k!ll sum’? (why)
it been like 8 f-ckin’ months, they still ain’t k!ll nun’ (they still ain’t k!ll?, d-mn)
all that f-ckin’ drillin’ they talm’ ’bout doin’, they still ain’t drill nun’
still ain’t got no mothaf-ckin’ strike, hop in that field, son
soon as i got on i put my mans on
b-tch ass n-ggas keep talkin’ ’bout they just sayin’, n-gga you ain’ sayin’ nun’
dunk all in a opp n-gga, b-tch, just catch a and-1
all these n-ggas hate t-key, ’cause that lil’ b-tch say that i’m handsome

[verse 1]
go with the arp and shoot that f-cker to my hand numb
stack that money till i get old and i’m gon’ give it to my grandson
n-ggas copy evеrything i do, think they my d-mn son
when that b-tch ass n-gga die, p-ss on that gravе, n-gga, dance on
and you b-tch ass n-ggas tattletale, you get in that room and turn apple yell
i drop thousands on this cologne, i put it on, n-gga, it got a swaggy smell
while these b-tch ass n-ggas tryna act hard and sweet like candy yam
and that n-gga in his rap tellin’ stories, call him sam i am
t-key the one come with the plan, always stay three steps ahead
i’m tryna hit that f-ckin’ block and go r-t-rded, think i’m special ed
heard that n-gga on that drink, drop some shots up in his can
opp b-tch like to f-ck i got the drop and d-mn near broke her bed
caught that p-ssy, beat the sh-t up out him, i’m on brodie head
i done made that lil’ hoe d-ck ride that for an hour, d-mn near broke her legs
i was gon’ go hit that block with switchy, i’ll go drac’ instead
i thought it was smoke until they dissed me, now i know they fed
[chorus]
yeah, why these b-tch ass n-ggas keep on rappin’ like they gon’ k!ll sum’? (why)
it been like 8 f-ckin’ months, they still ain’t k!ll nun’ (they still ain’t k!ll?, d-mn)
all that f-ckin’ drillin’ they talm’ ’bout doin’, they still ain’t drill nun’
still ain’t got no mothaf-ckin’ strike, hop in that field, son
soon as i got on i put my mans on
b-tch ass n-ggas keep talkin’ ’bout they just sayin’, n-gga you ain’ sayin’ nun’
dunk all in a opp n-gga, b-tch, just catch a and-1
all these n-ggas hate t-key, ’cause that lil’ b-tch say that i’m handsome

[verse 2]
pull up with a yhopstick, i’m in la, eatin’ with chopsticks
all my brothers livin’, good, they talkin’, but ain’t drop sh-t
try to set me up, i hit that lil’ hoe with that glock, yeah
opp ahh n-gga mad, his hoe love me because i dropped d-ck
p-ssy ass n-gga, you ain’t got no purpose, you’s a starfish
i was like 15, hoppin’ out v’s and workin’ car, b-tch
i’m the type of n-gga end it quick if you want start sh-t
i got rich off 36’s, i’m not talkin’ ’bout no yardstick’s

- lil tony official

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