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letra de players club interlude - neek bucks

[intro]
(ayy, smatty, let’s count up some—)

[verse]
bro told me go check the citizens app, he just caught him a hit
sick when i walk in this b-tch
hoes from my block started f-ckin’ the opps, so for that, we don’t f-ck with them b-tches
got shot, so he walk with a limp
but that boy still like steph, he don’t miss
i just need me like seven more flips
and i go put baguettes on the wrist
yeah, my b-tch got a cold heart, but i give her chrome hearts
i just got the renty just to pull up to a bar
this corona sh-t slow, dog, lean cup, pour it up
wraith talk, baby, can you f-ck me with the stars?
young n-gga move tac’, don’t rush me
n-gga move and this sh-t gon’ get dusty
boy don’t shoot, got that .38 rusty
we gon’ hit that boy up, ain’t no tusslin’
samе young n-gga slang eight ball
six-figure n-gga, only twenty-fivе, i put in the weight call
i can get the key off, put that b-tch in dior
she was just in dr, i can’t wait to see her
my b-tch like diamond from players club
put this gang sh-t in diamonds, they know what’s up
i be slidin’ through harlem like a and them
boy, don’t run up, you know not to play with them

- neek bucks

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