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letra de penny pinchin - luhh dyl

[intro]
uh, uh, uh
ay
gang

[chorus]
ain’t no cappin’ when we rappin’, this sh-t come with action
tryna dive into this deep sh-t, you gon’ need a jacket
make a hundred k in a month and that’s just off rappin’
i’ll shoot the lights up at the gym, i don’t need no practice
my b-tch don’t like to wear no skims, just the latest fashion
brr, huh, chain big as h-ll, this b-tch got extra baggage
huh, all my b-tches foreign, i’m a latina magnet
gotta calm lil bro down, that n-gga trigger happy

[verse 1]
lil bro finger itchin’, n-ggas penny pinchin’
i ain’t even gon’ act like i ain’t been there, it’s just been a minute
they see me out and then salute, n-gga, i been lieutenant
ex b-tch tried to spin back but her subscription ended

[verse 2]
huh, b-tch you know it’s over
been locked in, had to put my family on my shoulders
evеr since i got this chain, my heart been gettin’ coldеr
big chop’ hold .556, so this b-tch shoot out boulders
big chop’ hold “twenty-two-three’s”, if it hit you it’s over
n-ggas die for f-ckin’ with me, somebody should’ve told him
catch a opp smokin’ in his whip and shoot it ’til it’s totaled
d-mn near smacked the plug, he told me he ain’t mobile
sh-t, imagine gettin’ smacked ’cause you ain’t have no ride
sh-t, imagine gettin’ (frrah), ’cause you ain’t your .9
i was touchin’ ten before 9 and i ain’t even have no job
before we go and slide, i pray to god they send an opp to god
bro we got so many shots, could knock your entourage
found a trojan in her purse, that ain’t my condoms hidin’
get on beats and f-ck it up, tay keith, you think i’m dramatized
park the jeep then i hop out on feet and leave sh-t traumatized
[verse 3]
(mmm, mm-hmm)
that’s gon’ go over n-ggas heads
if i want him dead, nothing is to be said, they bring his head
i get mad, see red, start tuckin’ n-ggas in like, “make your bed”
pull up, get the head then leave the b-tch like, “catch me if you can”
knew we wasn’t gon’ last, she woke up and she turned on s-xyy red
glock 23, jumpin’ out my hands, this b-tch got jordan legs
gallery, it look like i’m movin’ in, there’s paint all on my pants

- luhh dyl

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