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letra de 4 summers - mg lil bubba, that mexican ot & king hendrick$

[intro]
you know my ho trippin’, talkin’ ’bout i won’t spend no time with her ’cause i hustle too hard
b-tch, i’m out here tryna get rich, ho
when we can eat steaks and this b-tch wan’ eat peanuts

[verse 1: king hendrick$]
steering wheel on the right side
n-gga say he got a cheaper numbеr, i say, “likewise”
you can get a wholе box, we don’t even price five
spend a twenty on the kids, this ain’t even my size
me and bub goin’ platinum on the album and the arm
lil’ cuz sellin’ chickens all day, he need a barn
my lil’ b-tch want a law firm and i want a pharm’
we got uncommon wealth, man, this sh-t ain’t for the norm
tell ferrari make that pickup truck
i spent thirty, but i only got my b-tch some stuff
when you turn into a hater, then your b-tch get f-cked
when you stackin’ up the paper, then your wrist get bust, n-gga
[verse 2: mg lil bubba]
a conversation from a bad b-tch, it change the mood
all the eight b-lls she sold, the crib came with a pool
take risks or you’ll be broke like you can’t pick your food
smokin’ grade-a dope, but i ain’t pass in school
keep that stick like a baton, no refunds
mention my name to the plug, he give you three coupons
standin’ on top of the business ’til my feet give up
i’m the blackest n-gga you ever seen votin’ for trump
sh-t, my leather so soft, it remind me of weezy
cut the top off the slab, ridin’, jammin’ no ceilings
you can tell me ’bout my town when my city get empty
whip a honda accord, n-gga, like that b-tch a bentley
uncle tellin’ me the story ’bout the three lil’ pigs
last time a n-gga huffed and puffed, you seen what we did?
leave the trap for a year, i can’t be them guys
smoke a blunt and flip the channels while i change my mind

[chorus: king hendrick$]
i park a benz by the yokohama
i’m havin’ no fumbles
i had the same plug four summers
and, naw, for real, i need more runners
i’m sellin’ obama
if i was bird, i’d go hummer
i sell these pills and buy a ho a lexus
i’m doin’ more flexin’
you want a plug, you gotta go to texas
trap rollin’, not no mexicans
my big homie got a car that he ain’t drive since ’07
[verse 3: that mexican ot]
b-tches peepin’ the rollie when i dip in the guacamole
walkin’ with a white pit, i named her angelina jolie
i’m in nola with the whoadies smokin’ dodie for surely
act like you know me, not you owe me when i come through, homie
went to okc just to party with all my homegirls
took the bad b-tches to pluto and i’m in my own world
you can ash it on the floor, the maids comin’ mañana
my yoppers and choppers go rrah, that b-tch sound like desiigner
yeah, sippin’ on this lean, i feel like free when it’s three with him
lyin’ through your motherf-ckin’ grill, get your t–th missin’
crippin’ in my vision, lil’ homie, yeah, i just see different
put him in the ground like covid, he got six feet for the distance
uh-huh, uh-huh, that’s how i do it
s-t-double-o-p-i-d, b-tch, i’m goin’ stupid
yeah, i’m tryna give her cooties in her oohwee on a movie
i’m the only one that do it, i make her move it like king julian

- mg lil bubba that mexican ot king hendrick

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