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letra de euro step - mbnel

[verse 1]
ayy, baby, uh, can you tell i’m smacked? (i’m rollin’)
had to cut some n-ggas off, i heard they talkin’ to taps (you a rat, b-tch)
police har-ssed me, but i just tell them n-ggas i just rap (i’m just a rapper)
be careful who you shaking hands with, n-gga, you might get whacked (rrah)
ooh, look at my jeans, it got the rips in it (it got the rips, b-tch)
if i ain’t got it on me, i bet that brother keep that stick with him (he keep it on him, n-gga)
free buddha, he a shooter, he keep them sticks with him (free my brother)
i can’t call that n-gga my brother ’cause i ain’t hit with him (i ain’t hit with him)
southside, throwin’ the h, this not a b (h block)
n-gga, please, you ain’t really in these streets (you ain’t in it, n-gga)
watch out for that n-gga squeeze, ’cause he gon’ squeeze (gonna press)
ayy, this nickel kickin’ n-ggas, it might blow you out your seat (bah, bah)
i got reach, i can’t f-ck with no n-ggas who act like priests (nah)
if that n-gga slide again, then his -ss just gon’ end up deceased (don’t double back, n-gga)
and this foreign push-to-start, lil’ n-gga, i don’t need no key (ain’t never gon’ need it)
ayy, this pistol ain’t a stock, this clip the same size as my jeans, n-gga

[interlude]
ayy, ayy, ayy
hey, baby, ayy, ayy
ayy, baby, look, look
ayy, baby, look, look

[verse 2]
ayy, baby (ayy)
i’m not a p, b-tch, i’m a thug (b-tch, i’m a thug)
but you gon’ cash app me, lil’ baby, if you wanna f-ck (i need the cheese, baby)
i’m not in love, and i ain’t really got no time to give you love (nah)
i give no f-cks, ayy (i don’t give no f-cks, b-tch), but i’ma f-ck this b-tch like i’m in love (like i’m in love)
oh my god, ayy, what’s up with cuz? (what’s up with cuz?)
we got guns, ayy, please leave me alone, i’m off of the drugs (b-tch, i’m rollin’, n-gga)
watch how you move ’cause my youngins gon’ up it just ’cause it’s fun (just for fun, b-tch)
and i’m prayin’ for my lil’ n-gga jeezy, he on the run (on the run)
ooh, lil’ n-gga, boy, where you from? (where you from?)
and don’t say the wrong thing, ’cause if you do, you might be done (grrah)
vvs’s in my ears, just hit the lights and watch ’em doug’ (do my dougie, b-tch)
it ain’t direct, it’s not respected, lil’ b-tch, don’t throw no subs (sneak diss, n-gga)
ayy, this gleeky gon’ blow you just like some suds (bah, bah)
you not a thug, when we ask where you from, you better not shrug (don’t shrug, n-gga)
i guess he’ll some c’s up on your head just like lil’ cuz (just like lil’ cuz, nah)
boy, you dumb
b-tch, we two and oh just like the dub (yeah), n-gga

- mbnel

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