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letra de figgy - original virtuoso

(verse 1)
now usually i do not do this
i don’t follow waves, i just stick to the blueprint
but these 808s keeping me moving
i’m hitting my woah, bouncing around like a nuisance
imma rock star outta brooklyn
boutta takeoff on you negus, i know how you looking
gotta charge you for the feature
cause when i get on these beats i turn into a creature
i see that you hating, take that sh-t to a preacher
my negus strapped up, you could meet em
my brother got cases, i know he gone beat em
my dawgs havin’ kids and sh-t, we gotta feed em
bed stuy my hood, negus i cannot leave it
i don’t do this sh-t for no rеason
i’m tryna get bring back all the wealth to my pеople
i’m keeping it positive, take out the evil (fow)
i just came in with my people, drippin’
couple negus, round me, crippin’
couple negus, round me, suwoo
everywhere we go we rolling up boof
everything ichiban speak is the truth
everything ichiban speak get her loose
when i spit game and i add the goose
yo b-tch gone put my d-ck next to her tooth
my sh-t bangin’ in miami
my sh-t gone bang out in memphis
shout out to pat, that’s the family
just know that we got a hitter
my sh-t gone bang out in texas
ov do everything bigger
when i hit my b-tch from the back
i always aim for the liver
cre8 on the beat, its a winner
chieffy punch me you know imma get em
gvo pull up, we rolling up skittles
(verse 2)
we smokin’ the jadic and writing these riddles
negus be chattin’, could never belittle
these negus be rattin’, they call stuart little
i hit from the back, now that b-tch movin’ cripple
i switchin’ sh-t up, now that b-tch wanna triple
tell her blaze up, cause i might want a spliff too
and then you a dub, cause i’m not gonna kiss you
these b-tches be hoes and my mans’ wanna hit too
i’m chasin’ this paper, the sh-t that i’m into
brooklyn made negus, my sh-t so official
remember them days i was fightin’ my mental
just give me a pad, with a pen or a pencil
and i’m going dumb when i’m back on my sh-t ooh
throw the sh-t up, indo will leave you
pour me a cup, record me like regal
again going up, we makin’ the sequel
and throw that sh-t up, virtoast to the people
dance on the beat, billie jean
look at my style, it’s so clean
drip when i walk in the scene
negus ain’t gettin’ no cream
we chasin’ this and gettin’ this cheese

(verse 3)
eye on my fetty, eye on yah bop
if yah b-tch wit us, she giving up top
we pull up and skirt, we makin’ sh-t hot
designer the drip, she givin’ me top
my negus ain’t legal, ain’t f-cking with cops
they watchin’ like regal they all on my c-ck
they know we loading in the ps in the drop
i got from bird and we run in yah spot
so tell me negus, is you wit it or not?
you ain’t wit it, you act just like a thot
we slide down yah block, clean it up with the mop
keep movin’ funny, i go get the glock
lettin’ it off and it hold thirty shots
my choppa’ go bang and i hang wit the mob
they biting the drip like corn on the cob
these negus ain’t tough, they ain’t on they job

- original virtuoso

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