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letra de ground 45 - mtd herbio

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[verse 1: mtd herbio]
aye, i just went and copped me a vette
he said he want static, boy getting shocked, that’s a bet
you ain’t really bout it, stop throwing up sets
and you talk on the game, that’s as street as it gets
she said that the way that i live lowkey mad dope
i hope you’re not mad though, you’re living in $uburban’s shadow
i’m always outshining, you can’t even be mad hoe
we sippin’ this wok and we watching this cash flow

[chorus: mtd herbio]
your b-tch off the molly, she going r-t-rded
snort coke off my .40
send you up, like i’m bardi
you look in the sky, you see a bullet party
jack his aston martin, and juggin’ his wallet (d-mn)
big 901, big 45
get near my clique, you get eaten alive
you can ask ian, you know how he died
touching on hoes, now his face in the ground

[verse 2: mtd herbio]
i let these p-ssy’s know, i ain’t no b-tch
see through your cappin’ ass, b-tch you a snitch
you ain’t really juggin’, that’s glass on your wrist
stop flexing your stick, that sh-t don’t make no sense
they make fun of lil herb, cause he built like a cigarette
he hittin’ up all of their b-tches, and get ’em wet
yeah we k!lled your daddy, lil p-ssy boy, you up next
she wrote my name on her titties, they love lil seth
i ain’t gon’ lie, used to chase all these b-tches
but then i got rich, now they want me to hit it
bust down the door, that b-tch know that i’m with it
add me to her playlist, cause she wanna fit in
these b-tches is victims now
they get on their knees, and they suckin’ that d-ck for a pound of loud
they smoking them swishers now
they getting them high and they raping them in the clouds

[chorus: mtd herbio]
your b-tch off the molly, she going r-t-rded
snort coke off my .40
send you up, like i’m bardi
you look in the sky, you see a bullet party
jack his aston martin, and juggin’ his wallet (d-mn)
big 901, big 45
get near my clique, you get eaten alive
you can ask ian, you know how he died
touching on hoes, now his face in the ground (b-tch)

[verse 3: mtd herbio]
p-ssy boy run it up
get your d-mn money up
p-ssy boy sweet, filled with sugar like a honey bun
b-tch bustin’ out with the gat, call it run and gun
b-tch so bougie, she can’t stand when i’m throwing ones
2022, b-tch, that’s my year
i’m surrounded by the gang, i can’t show no fear
so sick and tired of b-tches in my ear
i’m in love with homicide, i’m addicted to the blood
think i made it clear, i don’t f-ck with none of ya’ll
people so demented, they’ve been praying on my fall
b-tch had a seizure, when i’m knocking off her walls
i can end your life with only one phone call
they think i’m crazy, you don’t know the half of it
f-ck imitation, that sh-t ain’t real flattering
talk all your sh-t, but you can’t pull a badder b-tch
chillin’ with gang, smoking dope with lil madelyn

[chorus: mtd herbio]
your b-tch off the molly, she going r-t-rded
snort coke off my .40
send you up, like i’m bardi
you look in the sky, you see a bullet party
jack his aston martin, and juggin’ his wallet (d-mn)
big 901, big 45
get near my clique, you get eaten alive
you can ask ian, you know how he died
touching on hoes, now his face in the ground

your b-tch off the molly, she going r-t-rded
snort coke off my .40
send you up, like i’m bardi
you look in the sky, you see a bullet party
jack his aston martin, and juggin’ his wallet (d-mn)
big 901, big 45
get near my clique, you get eaten alive
you can ask ian, you know how he died
touching on hoes, now his face in the ground
haha, f-ck you talking bout
herbio, looking ass
blrrd, pshhh
touching on hoes now his face in the ground

- mtd herbio

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