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letra de bta - luhkbeezy

(intro) luhkbeezy
ayy, big ttk sh-t, big amg sh-t smokin’ every opp, n-gga, f-ck all them dead ass n-ggas, that’s on bro
(verse 1) luhkbeezy
seen a opp the other day put bta now, that’s a k!ll time to spin, go strap your cleats, we in the field, it’s time to drill turn a opp to swiss cheese, now his ass up in a spital caught li shh, the other day, we kidnapped em didn’t even k!ll em put bta to any opp we stay on go and thats fasho n-ggas flashing a new glock, but when he see me, he never blow call up, h-llhead and that boy go slide and thats fasho
smokin j9 to the face, that sh-t hit different, cause he gone
(versе 2) luhkbeezy
yeah, that sh-t hit different, causе he dead n-ggas sayin’ that they want smoke, i think that n-gga’s special ed caught lil sh the other day i let off shots da n-gga ran hit a n-gga with this , took off half of that boy dread took off half of that boy face might pop a opp in public, act like i don’t know him, do the race can’t get caught up with the drak, it got a ahh, might catch a case fuc it’ me, and bro gon spin, just gotta switch up on the drak
(verse 1) ttk h-llhead
every time they call my phone, i get the lo, i’m slidin’ quick they don’t wanna know what happened when i hopped straight off the whip walkin’ down, that boy got left up on his back every time i catch a opp, just best believe i caught a head
(verse 2) ttk h-llhea
i’m tryna spend, b-tch, i ain’t done, i ain’t gon’ lie, this three straight fun every time i catch a opp, you better know i use my gun smokin’ j9 in my lungs, i ain’t gon’ lie, he overdone caught another opp and robbed him, yeah, i finessed him out his funds bend they block, let’s double back, i catch a opp, i catch a hat lebron chopped her up for me, this block ain’t got a switch attached that n-gga ain’t fast enough, hit the left and hit the right my phone on hot, i flame sh-t up, act like he tough but you the one walkin’ round with your banger tough
(verse 3) ttk h-llhead
you claimin’ ttk ain’t blow your pipe, so you can’t hang with her
she feelin’ on the switch, thought i was hard, b-tch, that’s the banger tucked i call up lil’ wocky, ready to shoot, yeah, he gon’ flame sh-t up i ain’t tired of smokin’ lamar every time i do, he beat me up told this thot, b-tch, you gon’ grab the low and you can’t eat it up these n-ggas really hoes, they out here snitchin’, they can’t creep with us all my opps like females, i ain’t gon’ lie, them hoes can’t beef with us they know it get cold in the nap, i walk around with that heat, it’s tough did a drill off in some jordans, i d-mn near f-cked my sneakers up
(outro) ttk h-llhead
yeah, b-tch, free the bros

- luhkbeezy

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