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letra de fuck a hook - mango foo

[verse]
my n-gg-s got choppers, we shooters
we trappin’ them bricks, then we move ’em
the uzi, it came with a coolant
my diamonds, they look like a loogey
john wic, he stay with the ruger
try me, he bust your medulla
my n-gg-, we ballin’ like buddha
got to watch out for the snakes like medusa
young rich n-gg- and you don’t want no problems
stay with the strap, keep a 9, no ibaka
pull up with the tommy gun like i’m a mobster
yung rich nation full of k!llers and robbers
you think it’s a lick, flame you up like i’m walker
shooters in the bando, they got binoculars
gold on my neck like i’m silkk the shocker
p-ssy n-gg- taking shots like it’s vodka
extendo hanging out longer than a limo
diamonds on me hitting harder than kimbo
b-tch from california, blow me like indo
64 karat rollie like nintendo
i really came from the block and the trap
bust down the brick and i made me a cap
mortal kombat, beat a n-gg- like jax
two-seater ‘rari, it came with no back
porsche panamera, it’s a hatchback
look at my diamonds, it’s an ice attack
look at your b-tch, she had a heart attack
i keep the racks in my pocket like quarterback
if you get a brick, you can’t get your order back
prescription my versace lenses like cataracts
hide the money and the work, where the attic at?
bad b-tch, she gon’ hide the work where her panties at
cut the tail off of that n-gg-, he been a rat
my n-gg- blowing money like a ceiling fan
dippin’ her wrist in the water like fisherman
my migo, he trapping the work out a minivan
hundred round drum the bottom of the glock
tried to shoot that b-tch, it made my wrist lock
my n-gg-s on the corner, slangin’ chris rock
trap n-gg- still riding t-top’s
run up my check just like nike, no reeboks
your n-gg- talk to the feds but no we not
my n-gg-s, we having stripes like adidas
giuseppe, walking on an animal, feline
i was gettin’ money before i was twelve
i used to traffic the work through the mail
f-ck the da, he wouldn’t give me no bail
sat me in jail ’cause a n-gg- wouldn’t tell
[?] folders, only ride for my n-gg-s
n-gg-s sleepin’ on me like i’m a pillow
shoot a n-gg-, give him three, reggie miller
yung rich nation, yrn on my zipper
they stealing the dab and they act like they started it
we pull up and take it back, repo, no bargaining
silencer on the glock, it stop the arguments
i’m sending my soldiers to k!ll you, i’m sarg-ing it
rich n-gg- came up from trapping the bags
i used to be in the bando with racks
my n-gg-s bangin’, we don’t need a flag
pull out the ar, we don’t need the mag
i just finessed the plug and hit the dab
these n-gg-s mad, we rest and peaced to swag
i was a jugger, never did the rap
yung rich nation world, i crossed the map

[outro]
you hating n-gg-
hating -ss n-gg-
we countin’ paper, n-gg-
yrn the f-cking label, man
mango foo

- mango foo

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