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letra de ash tray - otm

[intro: duffy]
i still catch plays (peso, how you do that?)
big business, i ain’t into playin’ kid games
i’m in the foreign movin’ in and out the fast lane
i’m nervous, i just took my 40 on her first date

[chorus: duffy]
otm in first place, no, we don’t do the pump fakin’
had some down-bad days and now we up a hundred k
put him in a ‘wood, leave a n-gga in the ash tray
draco with the wood, that last n-gga got his ass spanked
a lot of franklins, your b-tch know i’m banked up
even come around the gang, you gotta get your rank up
fake tough ’til we breathed on him, he ain’t say nothin’
bad b-tch, if she want my time, she gon’ pay for it

[verse 1: duffy]
if she can’t, then that’s gon’ have to take a rain check
car warn, he caught some hollow points and now he braindead
i got tris’ spillin’ out my cup, it’s just straight meds
i got real k!llers, logged in, you know we break bread
‘fore you speak on me and mine, put some respect on it
he ain’t stand on business, so my n-ggas went and stepped on him
young ceo, no, we ain’t worried ’bout the next n-gga
lavish living, in the booth with c.m.l., n-gga
[chorus: duffy & c.m.l]
otm in first place, no, we don’t do the pump fakin’
had some down-bad days and now we up a hundred k
put him in a ‘wood, leave a n-gga in the ash tray
draco with the wood, that last n-gga got his ass spanked
a lot of franklins, your b-tch know i’m banked up (heavyweight hank, n-gga)
even come around the gang, you gotta get your rank up
fake tough ’til we breathed on him (headshot), he ain’t say nothin’
bad b-tch, if want my time, she gon’ pay for it

[verse 2: c.m.l]
i took a couple losses, now i’m up a couple hundred wins
i can’t hang it up until i’m up a couple hundred m’s
bumpin’ into n-ggas in the function like your drunken friend
steppin’ like i’m god with the mob, they ain’t touchin’ them
’cause i’m a boss and a shooter, n-gga, pull up on a scooter n-gga
jump out with that ruler, put a hole in your medula, n-gga
slide up with my b-tch and show her tits, i’m tryna full a n-gga
’cause i’m tired of all these suckers talkin’ ’bout what they gon’ do to a n-gga
i’m sleepin’ with my draco, n-gga, they hate me like i’m drakeo, n-gga
i got up out the pen’ and got some m’s, i can’t hate on n-ggas
break your eye socket like i’m tyson, i don’t play with n-ggas
and yeah, i be rappin’ about that action, i’ll face you, n-gga
they worship me like buddha, n-gga, all my n-ggas shooters, n-gga
pull up to your block party with drumsticks and coolers, n-gga
lay up in your bushes with the homies, we some troopers, n-gga
we spin like hurricanes when it get foggy like a sewer, n-gga
[verse 3: blue pesos]
we don’t do the judas n-ggas, we the truth, the proof is in it
50k in jewelry, so you know i keep the fully ’round me
i put my time into showboatin’, my name is too legit
the homie got no chill, he hop out the car just shootin’ sh-t
f-g b-tches get dismissed, all i do is money getters
how the f-ck you spend that much on ice and you just independent?
twenty floors up with a bad b-tch, my life lavish
watch my shooters dribble down your block, it look like march madness
one-nighters with ling ling and you was carjacking
you’ve been at it for ten years, but still a poor rapper
if i tell nina to bust, she’ll have an -rg-sm
i just told toray to let the k off ’til his arm shatter
puff, puff, i just sparked an opp up in a grabba leaf
know you tired of them bums, baby, come and join the winning team
i know you tired of sipping on that green, it just don’t hit the same
the truth forever, long live mr. big bank uchie face

[outro: duffy]
otm in first place, no, we don’t do the pump fakin’
had some down-bad days and now we up a hundred k
put him in a ‘wood, leave a n-gga in the ash tray
draco with the wood, that last n-gga got his ass spanked

- otm

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