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letra de heavy metal - lpb poody

[hook]
i’m on some whole other sh-t
take a n-gga b-tch
run down with that stick
full throttle on a b-tch
like, we rock out, only heavy metal
223s clear the scene, cold bl–dy steppers
you would think my n-ggas rats, they love to get the cheddar
(they love to get the cheddar)
ain’t no n-ggas like my n-ggas, cause we do it better
i got they back, they got my back, we like black on leather
and imma hold it down for ’em ’til this sh-t get better

[verse 1]
i ain’t got no ice, but my heart cold as ever
people be there for the moment, but never forever
free lil [?], he up the road, gotta send him a letter
i gotta treat you like my people, ’cause the love be special
couple n-ggas claim they real, but be fake and phony
but you ain’t gotta prove a point, cuz you ain’t really on it
i tried to put you on your feet, but you ain’t really want it
and kept it real with you n-ggas, now we all up on this
thuggin’ through them late nights and schemin’ on them early mornings
i never thought lil bruh would bend, i guess he double-jointed
you got some b-tch-made ways, you n-ggas feelin’ corny
that’s why my glock got a d-ck, that b-tch really h-rny
kept it a hunnid times ten since they say a lot
never was the type to blend in, imma stand out
b-tch steppin’ out of march, but i could bring them bands out
you ain’t know i’m finna blow like a n-gga brought a fan out
[hook]
i’m on some whole other sh-t
take a n-gga b-tch
run down with that stick
full throttle on a b-tch
like, we rock out, only heavy metal
223s clear the scene, cold bl–dy steppers
you would think my n-ggas rats, they love to get the cheddar
(they love to get the cheddar)
ain’t no n-ggas like my n-ggas, cause we do it better
i got they back, they got my back, we like black on leather
and imma hold it down for ’em ’til this sh-t get better

[verse 2]
to all my n-ggas in my circle, this sh-t here official
rip my n-gga mari, bruh, i really miss you
forever you live on, so imma keep that thirty in my denims
never catch me lackin’, ’cause the streets done turned me to a k!ller
these crackers playin’ dirty, they givin’ thirty for a pistol
they handin’ n-ggas jerseys, i swear that it’s a f-cked up system
my mama, she be worried, she feel like i’m gon’ be a victim
i told her that i’m straight, won’t let em crop me out the picture
i know some n-ggas who gon’ ride
some n-ggas who gon’ slide
f-ck n-ggas be out here playin’ creep
so let a n-gga try
he play with me, gon’ die
keep that forty on the side of me
i know some n-ggas wanna take me under
can’t even trust a soul, not even my baby mama
my guard up like a b-tch, won’t let you play up under
gotta watch out for the snakes, n-ggas be anacondas
that sh-t ain’t a hunnid

- lpb poody

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