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letra de blow - mango foo

[intro]
dj durel, i’m gon’ give ’em h-ll

[hook]
cold (so cold)
my neck, my wrist, so cold (ice, ice)
stove (whip)
remember whippin’ on the stove
whoa
big body benz got ’em like whoa (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
blow
just got a sack, i’m finna blow (blow, blow, blow, mango!)

[verse 1]
water whippin’ on the stove (water, splash)
i talk to my n-ggas in jail with a code
i knew by the age of four (four)
that i would get rich, that’s on my mama’s soul (mama)
a hungry lil’ n-gga, i started to stealin’ and kickin’ in all of these doors
my uncle in prison and when he get out, he say he gon’ be back in the bowl
water whippin’ on the stove (water, splash)
i talk to my n-ggas in jail with a code
i knew by the age of four (four)
that i would get rich, that’s on my mama’s soul (mama)
a hungry lil’ n-gga, i started to stealin’ and kickin’ in all of these doors
my uncle in prison and when he get out, he say he gon’ be back in the bowl (whip)
remember them days when police hit the block, we had to hide the work by the pole (woop, woop)
and free my cousin, he still in penitentiary (free), he locked up and he never told
these b-tches is snakes, and my heart is so cold (snakes)
i flip ’em like skippa, p-ss ’em to my bros (skippa)
d-ck her down when i come out the robe (smash)
reject her call when she hit up my phone
i’m in the bentley riding down jimmy (skrrt, skrrt)
michael phelps, water diamonds, they swimming (water, splash)
in the foreign, riding with an extension
plugged in from the nawf to the city (nawf)
if it’s money involved, my n-gga, i’m with it
if money on the move, i’ma go get it
blow this sh-t ’cause i can’t take it with me
my diamonds so cold, it got me feeling frigid (burr)

[verse 2]
pull up in a rolls (rolls), just me and some hoes (hoes)
double cup, actavis poured (mud)
foreign b-tch play with her nose (foreign)
forty on me, not the console
pop a perc and i feel like a ghost (percy)
jump off the stage and f-ck up the front row
i’m finna pick up the bacon and go
i’m just tryna run it up off these shows
i roll up the cookie (cookie), put me in a daze
i’m blowing money on these trips to la
i want the m&m’s, no doctor dre
i wonder if a mill can fill up a safe (i wonder)
i’ma separate myself from you n-ggas
you ain’t tryna get no money, that’s pitiful
if they don’t want the best for you, get rid of ’em
watch out for these crab n-ggas with tentacles
i’m swerving in and out my own lane (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i can do this sh-t with no chains (no chains)
some of you n-ggas is follow the leader (huh?)
you can’t go off and do your own thang (nah)
i’m smoking gas but no propane (gas)
i support the use of cocaine (dope)
my big dawg in the dope game, every time he move, he use four names

[outro: dj durel]
these n-ggas wanna live like us
they wanna live their young rich n-gga lifestyle
they tryna see what the f-ck we got goin’ on
that’s why they ear hustling

- mango foo

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