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letra de loose leaf - luhj30

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d-mn, lil jay be trippin’, f-ck that

d-mn, b-tch, say what, f-ck that

d-mn, d-mn, b-tch, f-ck

d-mn, d-mn, d-mn

bad lil’ b-tch like where she at

till the b-tch come’ get some d-ck

d-mn, ain’t worried about none of

these b-tches ass n-ggas

these n-ggas ain’t talkin’ bout sh-t

d-mn, slinkin’ my drac’ and i’m havin’ my money

these n-ggas be worried bout b-tches

got a big boy glock with a long ass d-ck

just might add more extensions

blow a n-gga outta his chest

tryna k!ll jay better try your best

ricky a hoe, i’ma let him test

blowing out sh-t, call me b.o.s

got a whole bunch of cash and a b-tch finesse

some like a school, make a b-tch do test

lame ass hoe, bеtter try your best

ride with a drac, wish a f-ck n-gga tеst

d-mn, scrippin’ on that pole

where the h-ll she at, i want that b-tch

d-mn, nothin’ like a tree

buss down a leaf, i gotta switch

d-mn, beating his ass if he talking on bro

n-ggas be b-tches, they really be hoes

nothin’ like water, i slang with a hose

im sending out shots if ‘, i say let go

pop out the pocket, watch my pocket

sound like a rocket, blowin’ right up

sh-t outta pocket, n-ggas be talkin

these n-ggas be hoes, i blow right up

standin’ spot, you standin

puttin’ on clothes, these n-ggas can’t brand

tryna get a mil , n-gga

f-ck, it’s a grammy

n-ggas be hoes, these n-ggas be

(come here), it’s time to run

lil’ rico on chase him

freakin’ b-tch, push to the spot

she drinkin’, here they henne, no chasin

watch how j30 slang the drac’

he runnin’ up, lil’ twin might face him

heard lil’ bro f-ckin’ with the oops

passin’ a blunt, i’m finna lace him

brow, uh

they say lil’ rico get to tripping

drop the lego in the blackout

this a fullin’, not a semi

v8 come donkin

down the key, slide tex

whole gang can hear me

308 ran through his back

the doctor said that he need a kidney

that weed wasn’t nothing but straight exotic

he say he bout it, need to stop it

got inside that f-ckin’ room

startin’ foldin’ up, lil bro not solid

got dead opps in my f-cking lungs

i’m high as f-ck, feel like a pilot

four pockets full, just like i’m baby

straight dog sh-t, just check the pockets

lil’ rico known for bein’ a reaper

puts on a spit like derek jeter

can’t cuff that hoes, no she, a eater

mismatched designer, fly like an eagle

oh, he on the date you shoot out at regal

he better not drop that diss again

pop out with top

that bih’ got a 308

kickin’ sh-t like jackie chan

bad lil’ b-tch like where she at

tell that b-tch come’ get some d-ck

ain’t worried bout none of these

these b-tch ass n-ggas

these n-ggas ain’t talkin’ bout sh-t

they don’t slinkin’ my drac’

and i’m havin’ my money

these n-ggas be worried bout b-tches

got a big boy glock with a long ass stick

just might add more extensions

- luhj30

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