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letra de nightcrawler - ot7 quanny

(verse 1)
these n-ggas instagram gangsters they just typin
had my youngins spin the block, cuz they like it
we the 41 boys, presidential, the obama gang
came in this b-tch with racks on me, and a diamond chain
catch eem at the light think this a game? this sh-t not a game
hit eem with that flame it go bang then it’s bye bye gang
catch a rap n-gga out in public take his ice off
my left pocket all blue look like the night crawler
pulled up in some sh-t super fast cuz i don’t like walking
i like counting cash and drinking lean i don’t like talking
go head make the wrong move i swеar this sh-t gone jump off
we send 100 shots you ain’t surviving you ain’t young dolph
walk insidе my closet you gone think you in the louis store
fell in love with racks i told my last b-tch i was moving on
(pre-chorus)
you know where i’m at i’m in the trap yeah i stay trapping
n-ggas they be cap in they raps yeah they stay bappin
in the kitchen with some real dogs this ain’t no cake batter
no security i’m with lil broski he the face cracker

(chorus)
we the big ops we get the drop we the droppas n-gga
shorty wanna check f-ck a check i am not that n-gga
catch my broski k!ller shoot his face and i will not stop bl!ckin
pull up for the three i won’t miss it i am not ben
simmons

(verse 2)
drop a f-cking bomb on top ya block sh-t like tnt
disrespect us you d-i-e get put to b-e-d
had my youngins come through air this sh-t out like a bnb
all black suburban trucks and benzos this the cle
they said what’s ya name yeah i’m the goat what the f-ck you think
i sip so much drank when i bleed i think my blood pink
forty hit his face then hit his chest he do the harlem shake
yeah he caught a body but then he told and that sh-t dropped his rank

(pre-chorus)
you know where i’m at i’m in the trap yeah i stay trapping
n-ggas they be cap in they raps yeah they stay bappin
in the kitchen with some real dogs this ain’t no cake batter
no security i’m with lil broski he the face cracker
(verse 3)
these n-ggas instagram gangsters they just typin
had my youngins spin the block, cuz they like it
we the 41 boys, presidential, the obama gang
came in this b-tch with racks on me, and a diamond chain
catch eem at the light think this a game? this sh-t not a game
hit eem with that flame it go bang then it’s bye bye gang
catch a rap n-gga out in public take his ice off
my left pocket all blue look like the night crawler
pulled up in some sh-t super fast cuz i don’t like walking
i like counting cash and drinking lean i don’t like talking
go head make the wrong move i swear this sh-t gone jump off
we send 100 shots you ain’t surviving you ain’t young dolph
walk inside my closet you gone think you in the louis store
fell in love with racks i told my last b-tch i was moving on

- ot7 quanny

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