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letra de charged up krew - onfully & bandgang lonnie bands

charged up krew lyrics
[intro: onfully]
(this you?)
sheesh
(boomin’ need extras)
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
sheesh

[verse 1: onfully]
catch you with a hookshot like i’m larry bird
when the hook on your ass, you might sh-t a t-rd
keep this heater on me when i’m out and i ain’t talkin’ fur
when i up this b-tch, you turn b-tch, need to wear a purse
when i’m out in traffic, you might see me when i’m speedin’ by
brodie up that b-tch and blow you in your dome eye-to-eye
bandman silly, upped his wrist, b-tch hypnotized
b-tch, we take risks for that pape’, get a n-gga fried

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
we all slide when bodies droppin’
we don’t never know who hit him first
sometimes it be confusing
really rappin’ about my life, hoes thinkin’ i’m makin’ music
you ever seen a fully with a hundred on it? sh-t look beautiful
you ever seen a hundred thousand of your own money?
your own cash and your own stash? that sh-t be—
quick to tell a b-tch that you can go’n and leave with your broke ass
we see an opp, i might just put a bullet hole in his corona mask
[verse 3: iamtk peso]
look, we all droppin’ somethin’ when we slide
heard that n-gga was y’all n-ggas’ favorite shooter ’til that n-gga died
better not catch you on the other side
better not catch you in that whip with him, ’cause we send ’em through n-ggas’ rides
for that chicken, i can get ’em fried
for that chicken, i bet i can get the head from that n-gga wife
all the opps dyin’, n-gga, we been livin’ life
—- had to make sure he was dead, so we hit him twice

[verse 4: onfully]
the sh-t we be doin’, it get you life, jack
b-tch wanna f-ck, she say, “ho, don’t wear latex”
drivin’ with my n-gga pat, this ain’t project
brodie got an idea, sh-t, what’s the concept?

[verse 5: bandgang lonnie bands]
i got rich and i ain’t sign no d-mn contract
i move pounds for real and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no hashtag
i got glass for real, i need some motherf-ckin’ windex
f-ck a deal, boy, i’m really signed to that pyrex
huh, dada went and disrespect that and you gon’ die next
huh, take the rental, n-gga, with the work, but we gon’ fly back
popped two jiggas, now i got this lil’ b-tch super wet
bro popped two n-ggas, now they caskets back-to-back
[verse 6: the godfather]
me and bro really shootin’ from the corner, goin’ back-to-back
diamonds dancin’ on my neck, doin’ the cabbage patch
chopper, it’ll break your ass down, this sh-t more than rap
we can take the plane or a ‘hound, this how we get ’em back
free mirth, they got him on appeal, they tryna bring him back
these n-ggas shootin’ in the air, you think we runnin’ track
hit a n-gga block, spin it again, we gon’ double back
have a n-gga runnin’ ’round in circles like he runnin’ laps

- onfully bandgang lonnie bands

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