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letra de no truces - loat!

[verse 1: loat!]
i been cruising through the city, got the glock in my hip
these b-tches want me, when i’m h-rny, when i’m not, then they trip
always said that i be something, i was selling them bricks
i take her out, she got that [?], she ain’t give me no trust

[verse 2: loat!]
ey, turn me on
give me the location, baby, put it on
i need respect cause all these p-ssies tryna come along
[?] to your man for a second, it won’t be that long
come back in a body baggy, thought that he was something, huh
they call me a cracker but this white boy used to run the block
now i got somе money and the opps, they tryna run mе up
shawty never love me, she just want me for my money
what the f-ck does that mean, i ain’t f-cking with no puppy love
i told them run it off, when i pull up, better run your b-tt
said that gun is up, shoot them, one, two
first one missed, the second he can’t dodge, hit them in the gut
i do the dash and now i’m in the cut, another blunt for us
[verse 3: loat!]
uh, another blunt for us
another blunt for who?
another blunt for you
i hit your homeboy too
said you love me, but am dissing you
so get the f-ck up on my face, i don’t call no truce

[verse 4: $atori zoom]
i give them enough ‘fore he cannot refuse it
pull up to his block, i show them that we got that choppa suit
can’t f-ck with no opps as well, we always gotta [?] to lose
two roses, one for his grave and then one for his momma too
i ain’t never k!lled a man, but d-mn, i always wanted to
running up this cash, i’m with the family, i’m a father, too
word up on the street, go ask them, they call me godfather, too
i don’t [?], so what gotta massacre [?]
f-ck a man, spot, they call me phantom of the opera, too
give a d-mn, take for the wrist like peter pan
i be the man, i feed the man
i f-ck with a b-tch like [?]
can’t see the memory, be the [?]
i spit it so fast like a cheater [?]
see his [?], i need a [?]
i wanna roll up, but i need a gram
[verse 5: loat!]
i used to be around my city, with the glock in my hip
plug used to rob me, now they love me, it’s like fifty [?]
these b-tches hit me up on snapchat, tryna show me they tits
it ain’t no question, but i can’t f-ck with that b-tch
i don’t slap box, i throw f-cking fists cause i’m a trap god
[?] my house, i had to make it or i flatline
eighty gs at seventeen, i served the man the last time
but last time, she went down and don’t you ask why
shoutout to my brothers that i seen down in the gutter, uh
p-ssy out in la, chew him up like he’s some bubble gum
he said he with gang, i catch him lacking when he [?]
get the f-ck about my face, i don’t like calling no truces

- loat

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