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letra de combat - $not

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[intro]
ayy, yuh

[verse]
ayy, these n-ggas ain’t ready for no combat (combat)
i pull out my tec, and my choppa (man down)
pray these n-ggas die, and they momma
i don’t want to talk unless we talking f-cking commas (ayy)
n-gga, i will steal your b-tch in my f-cking honda (honda)
gucci, louis, mixed with f-cking prada (yuh)
diamonds imported all the way from yokohama (ayy)
boys running out, so i take out my katana
watch out n-gga, it might f-cking chop ya
b-tch said she in love
i don’t speak no english, i say, “nada”
chilling with my n-ggas smoking ganja ([?])
in cuba, chilling with tupac in havana
f-cking that b-tch, yeah, rihanna, in my pumas
look at that n-gga (look at that)
put a hole in his head like a beluga (like a beluga)
beat that n-gga up like some tuna
smoking that n-gga up like a hookah (yeah)
[?] that b-tch like a ninja
b-tch, they call me $not, we [?], uh (yeah)
f-ck on that b-tch, then i leave her
n-ggas got me going super saiyan like vеgeta (vegeta)
i don’t f-ck with nonе of ya (nah)
i pull out my nina (ayy)
and i split these n-ggas up
automatic weapon hiding in my f-cking tommy trunk (tommy trunk)
i don’t know these n-ggas, n-ggas look like some f-cking punks
i take out my heater, then i put they bodies in the f-cking trunk
yuh

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