letra de arcoolinkit - ndpressin
[intro]
(chuppa,slide on the beat), yeah
[chorus]
pistols they clap, like they cheerleaders
i know people that come with the arcoolinkit
[?], like a cool freezer
i go berserk
people, they talking ‘bout brodie
hold on, we [?]
hold on, we throw up the c’s
hold on, we throw up the c’s
sippin’ on red, yeah who want it, the slimes
you know they gon’ slide
and one of yo brothers, he hidin’
i thought y’all was the ones who be slidin’
man i’m doin’ my sh-t in qc
bet you money, i bet you gon see
one my homies, he slidin for free
ain’t no effort, we put you on tee
shooting 3’s, man i’m feeling like stephen
catching a bag, like odell
[verse]
in love with the money, it feel like a spill
me and my shorty, we will
hold on, lil n-gga, you know that i’m chasin’ the [?]
people, they talking, you know that they fishy
i cannot mess with y’all n-ggas
y’all n-ggas, y’all fake
y’all n-ggas gon’ tell
y’all n-ggas gon [?]
i do not mess with them [?]
i do not mess with the mouse
hold on, lil n-gga, yeah, i do not talk to no rat
i’ma pull up with a rack
i’m a pull up with them racks, yeah
‘cause of the trap
hold on, she dance on my lap
put in the work, what is up?, yeah, uh
i give no daps
i give no daps, that ain’t no cap
pull up we stressin’ the bag
ridin’ the wraith, one of my dreams
getting the mansion is one of my dreams
hold on, lil n-gga this rap is reality
me and my people, you know that we trynna eat
shrimps and them noodles, you know they get old
i want a [?], the one that is sold
people they talking, they getting too bold
collecting they money, you know that they owe
drop-top in a lamb, one day
[?]
you know that they sprayin’
hold on, lil n-gga, you know that we loaded
why is you [?], get on yo grind
get you a check, get on yo grind
get you a stack, get off my top
and push up some work, yeah
[chorus]
pistols they clap, like they cheerleaders
i know people that come with the arcoolinkit
[?] like a cool freezer
i go berserk
people, they talking ‘bout brodie
hold on, we [?]
hold on, we throw up the c’s
hold on, we throw up the c’s
sippin’ on red, yeah, who want it, the slimes
you know they ‘gon slide
and one of yo brothers, he hidin’
i thought y’all was the ones who be slidin’
man i’m doin’ my sh-t in qc
bet you money, i bet you gon see
one my homies, he slidin for free
ain’t no effort, we put you on a tee
shooting 3’s, man i’m feeling like stephen
catching a bag, like odell (catching a bag like odell)
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