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letra de ransom (og lyrics) - lil tecca & juice wrld

{intro: lil tecca}
turn you to a dancer
yeah
internet money, b-tch

{chorus: lil tecca}
i got black, i got white, what you want?
hop outside a ghost and hop up in a phantom
i know i’m ’bout to blow, i ain’t dumb
they try to take my flow, i take they ass for ransom
i know that i’m gone
they see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some
i got two twin glocks, turn you to a dancer
i see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner
and i got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah
{verse 1: lil tecca}
i got red, i got blue, what you want?
the chanel or balenciaga, louis and vuitton
she know i got the fendi, prada when i hit milan
i needed me a die or rider, i need mе the one
i started from thе bottom, you could see the way i stunt
i want all the diamonds, i want that sh-t to weigh a ton
the opps, they tryna line me ’cause they hate the place i’m from
but them n-ggas don’t know me, they just know the place i’m from
i got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place
but you ain’t want me last year, so just get up out my face
they all up in my inbox, so i know they want a taste
i know they want my downfall, lil’ n-gga, are you laced?

{chorus: lil tecca and juice wrld}
i got black, i got white, what you want?
hop outside a ghost and hop up in a phantom
i know i’m ’bout to blow, i ain’t dumb
they try to take my flow, i take they ass for ransom
i know that i’m gone
they see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some (uh, uh huh)
i got two twin glocks, turn you to a dancer
i see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner (ohhh)
and i got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah (yeah)
i got black, i got white, what you want?
hop outside a ghost and hop up in a phantom (phantom)
i know i’m ’bout to blow, i ain’t dumb (uhh)
they try to take my flow, i take they ass for ransom (for ransom)
i know that i’m gone
they see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some (they want some)
i got two twin glocks, turn you to a dancer (dancer)
i see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner (ohhh)
and i got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah (ay, ay, uh)
{verse 2: juice wrld}
uh, in the bando
money in my pocket older than your grand folk
pull up on your block, shoot it twice, rambo
dumb hoe, i’m on a roll
jump on the p-ssy, no geronimo
hop out with that fuego, that flame on me forreal (okay)
b-tch it’s gucci on my chains, put the django on chill
yo b-tch gon give me the neck forreal
told me that i got that s-x appeal
i ain’t even have to flex forreal
really get into the check forreal
she eat me up like a happy meal (ayyy)
mikky d that b-tch, that’s a dinner date, okay
b-tches tryna get the best of me, they tryna get my k
she put percs in my food, tryna date rape, rape
i can see the cosby in you and i ain’t goin’ for that, ayy
findin’ drug stashes in my house at the age of 8
i knew then and now that i was gon’ be high until my grave
i knew then and there that i was meant to never care
perc, dial prince, 90210, bel air (woah)

- lyrics lil tecca juice wrld

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