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letra de hypnotize - obn jay

( da-da-da )
( oo-oo-ooo- da-da-da)
( da – da- da )
( ooou – ooo )
( mmm - mmmm )
( aye - aye )
(ooo- ooooo)
( da- da - da )

whole lotta’ gang sh-t
whole lotta bang sh-t

i fantasize when i drink green syrup
when i feel it i be loose
car turn over every curve
if you a rat then you a rat
can’t say it in no other words
i give to you , you dont give back
and b-tch you really got the nerve to tell me anything no
( nascar )

{ chrous }
im speeding to them circle things ( them zeros )
i chase dat bag and thats by any means ( neighborhood hero )
da youngan do spectacular things he grew from the concrete

{ verse 1 }
sneaky stupid b-tches talk that sh-t be trying to come for me
went from rag to riches bet these n-ggas won’t take nun from me
full-time rapping but that n-gga still can touch the streets
i still got boco love for black , li dee , renee and bubble b
hope nothin’ bad dont sit next to me
i mind my business f-ck with me i get you zipped for free
countin my pockets b-tch take that go get a box of tee’s
i do my dirt in fancy gear i step in robin jeans
( im onnis this b-tch i say da – da – da )

[ chorus ]
soldier you the sickest i like how you do yo diddy
missin’ all my n-ggas calendars and penitentiaries
i can’t believe the way i can just fly over my city
i got off my -ss and now my life is four dimensions
dont tell me anything no
( nascar )
i’m speed to them circle things ( them zeros )
i chase dat bag and thats by any means ( neighborhood hero )
da youngan do spectacular things he grew from the concrete
( yeah )

[ verse 2 ]
big ole ugly blunt i take a puff and i go to the moon
i dont want hit ya blunt if it ain’t runt
f-ck what ya smokin on
im trying to make 500 in a month i got my tokens on
so i can drop off it thats on yo -ss
hope you dont hurt me wrong
i been grindin’
look at this clown this n-gga d-ckridin’
ain’t even know he just went mia
them yoppa bullets make em fly away
talking bout dadada
lil one on my d-ck i get em off the fn fafafa
my brother in my ear like jay be cool you keep on wildin out
i put two in his head i leave him dead like what you talkin’ bout
and everywhere i go im movin fed dont make me stalk em out

all my gangstas ride dont gotta pay top dolla we all slide
grew up innat fire now it mob ties
give a b-tch a pair of wings leave em real fly

[ chrous ]
soldier you the sickest i like how you do yo diddy
missin’ all my n-ggas calendars and penitentiaries
i can’t believe the way i can just fly over my city
i got off my -ss and now my life is four dimensions
dont tell me anything no
( nascar )
i’m speed to them circle things ( them zeros )
i chase dat bag and thats by any means ( neighborhood hero )
da youngan do spectacular things he grew from the concrete
( yeah )

big ole ugly blunt i take a puff then i go to the moon
i dont want hit ya blunt if it ain’t runt
f-ck what ya smokin on
( da-da-da-da-da-daa)
( aye aye )

- obn jay

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