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letra de lmhy - marrgielaa

[verse 1 babysantana]
smoking, thrax in la on a yacht
mixing [?] i don’t care what you got
call up giela we might shoot a opp
we get money we don’t care about no thot
thirteen i was selling that rock
fourteen now, they asked me to drop
let me hold you let me keep you on lock
(let me hold you)

[verse 2 tr6vis]
xd on me, guarantee it’s gonna pop
four or five shots yeah, his body, gonna drop
just like 2k yeah, his ass gonna flop
i ain’t talking [?] somebody go get the mop
[verse 3 marrgielaa]
yeah, spilled too much dr wock
president in the trap i feel like barack
we put him up in the sky like a box
no, lil uzi this glock finna pop

[verse 4 tr6vis]
he ain’t go to the doctor yeah, his heartbeat stopped
heard boom boom now, he can’t see the [?]
[?] my pants, they [?]
[?] talking he got put in the box

[verse 5 babysantana]
step a n-gga like lil freddy and jason
goddam i don’t know why they hating
smoking, gas, and she say i look asain
[?] yeah, kato drive-by we gon spin at that car
leave him, blind aiming straight for his eyes, kicking stuff, i’m in la with my guys
on [?] tryna see what to buy

[verse 6 marrgielaa]
yeah, talk on my brother it’s a homicide i tell your b-tch come and hope in the ride
talk on the dead but he [?]
two shots to the face how the f-ck he ain’t die?
[?] n-gga 30 bands, in my pants
walk in that b-tch with the glock in my hand
tryna [?] these hands
i’m in the trenches and my money dance
feel like kobe leave a n-gga deceased
k!ll off xans cause a young geeked
your b-tch see me, and she turn to a freak
one on one you could never be me, gang
[outro]
lil b-tch
(let me hold you)

- marrgielaa

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