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letra de dead weight - mbk boogz

[intro]
(11:11 sound k!lled this one)
get me in the headphones
turnt up
lookin’ in the closet, man, this sh-t still got the tags on it
celine f-nny pack for my b-tch, i spent a bag on it

[verse 1]
uh, boy, that lil’ sh-t you havin’ ain’t sh-t, i wouldn’t brag on it
caught a n-gga in his hood on his block, made him crash on it
if them b-tches get behind us, you better not stop, you better stab on it
she ain’t have nothin’ in the back, i put an ass on her
she ain’t never f-ck with broke n-ggas, she gon’ ho you if you grab on her
boy, you better pay that lil’ sh-t, don’t look stupid if the tab on you
he be ’round this b-tch loose, he got a bag on him
don’t be confused when thеm boys put that fft on you
[verse 2]
ffah-ffah-ffah, heard them boys put the switch on you
hе wasn’t built for this sh-t, man, i heard he had the bl!ck on him
i been trippin’ through this b-tch, man, i’m finna drop a kit on ’em
if a n-gga try to touch my ice, then my boys gettin’ on him
i been chillin’ on the road eatin’ healthy
i got my way with this sh-t, man, your b-tch just texted me
she on some freak sh-t, she wanna eat the d-ck messy
she boohdiddy on the d-ck, godd-mn, this b-tch blessed me

[verse 3]
blessed me like a pastor
i got n-ggas in the streets really gettin’ active
widebody ‘cat, you know we turn off the traction
this k’ll separate your body, man, this b-tch do magic
(man, this b-tch really do magic, n-gga)
take a pic’ with a thick b-tch, gon’ beat her out the frame
this a 23, not a 19, they is not the same
i got a 23, i’m only nineteen, we are not the same
soon as i touch a hundred, b-tch, i’m goin’ to johnny dang

[verse 3]
fifteen-hundred-dollar moncler just to dodge the rain
make a n-gga stand still, see if he can dodge a k
put a drizzy on a sprinter van, but i’m not with drake
n-gga, you a f-ckin’ middleman, why i gotta wait?
you ain’t even got no f-ckin’ money, why you got a safe?
we ain’t forget you told on that n-gga, what you gotta say?
we ain’t gotta wait ’til we bump heads, you can die today
you gon’ die right away, make you fly away
[verse 4: mbk boogz]
i’m finna hit the set, i’m finna cop a goose
i do a song with von and e, i get to talkin’ loose
quit actin’ like the big dog, n-gga, who you talkin’ to?
and if a n-gga miss a shot, my shooters fallin’ through
i do the gucci with the bape, i don’t care about this sh-t
my money stand tall, i don’t care about a b-tch
real money gettin’ n-gga, yeah, i care about the flip
you shoot with your eyes closed, you don’t care who you hit

[verse 5]
you just shootin’ just to shoot, you ain’t tryna hit the opps
n-gga, i’m an old-head, i put my money in my socks
since you say you a down b-tch, put this money in your wop
then the b-tch got to stuffin’, almost called her ass doc
get to shootin’ out the window, ain’t got time to roll it down
i be tired of bein’ in the city, i be in and out of town
you gon’ get your ass ejected, you keep steppin’ out of bounds
p90 five-seven, n-gga, that’s a lot of rounds, b-tch

- mbk boogz

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