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letra de pushin up - montannaatm

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
(d-mn, [?], this sh-t [?])
gang (brr)

[verse]
catch a b-tch-ass n-gga in his hood, we put ’em down (we put ’em down)
it’s whatever it gotta be with whoever, get lost and found (on gang)
we’ll slide through your set, foenem aimin’ at your hat, f-ck if you on that
this ar got a hundred, the glock 23 got a fifty, f-ck is a promag?
n-ggas don’t really be on that
you know we can’t talk about shootings, them n-ggas don’t blow back (they don’t)
here go some more facts
them n-ggas can’t post up right there as long as we know where that store at (they comin’)
anything lookin’ suspicious, then that’s what we throw at
he tender for b-tches, we bound to catch him where his ho at
it ain’t no secret ’bout that last n-gga, they stood over him like a doormat (gang)
get countin’ these hundreds, that’s your ass, n-gga
don’t play in this sh-t, it’ll go bad
this trackhawk hit your block so fast, n-gga, i don’t think you really want that
ain’t no block special, whenever it’s pressure, my n-ggas get on that (we on ’em)
and if sh-t get extra, switch on the back of the glock, we jump out a tesla (brr)
he got sent up quick tryna play with gang and, sh-t, we gave ’em some fame and sh-t (we gave ’em some fame and sh-t)
he aim at his brains and sh-t
we jumped out a srt and he died and we had to change the whip (he gone, he gone)
my takers, they be from the 3, but i really bang the 6 (6 block)
my n-ggas be changin’ sh-t
we jump out and get ’em, we don’t give a f-ck who you hangin’ with
percs and lean (percs and lean), i had to kick the percs and lean (percs and lean)
b-tch, i lied, finna pop a thirty and pour me up a three (thirty, thirty)
you know it’s purple, wockhardt be my special, i can’t play with green (b-tch)
this b-tch tweakin’, she think i’m in love, but it ain’t what it seems (but it ain’t what it seems)
told that ho the kid is not my son, michael jackson, billie jean (michael jackson, billie jean)
she think i could be the one, but that sh-t right there is silly thing (that sh-t right there is silly thing)
b-tch, i never had to pay a shooter, off the love they k!ll for me (they k!ll)
i ain’t with that talkin’, spill some blood, that’s how i know it’s real for me (that’s how i know it’s real)
deep down in the trenches, where this sh-t get hectic, lately n-ggas been checkin’ (they get hit)
even though we be the reason n-ggas be leavin’, i’m tryna make a lil’ exit
i’m tryna chase me some millions, so my mama can stop with all that stressin’ (mama, stop)
she know i stand on business, forever shoot my glizzy, it ain’t gon’ be no wrestlin’

- montannaatm

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