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letra de fasho - otm

[intro: duffy]
b-tch
let me get in my bag

[chorus: duffy]
i’m into talkin’ that money
and one thing for sure, we gon’ get it for sure
we comin’, we comin’ with blowers for sure
lamb chop out back to back with the rolls
jumped off the porch, in that water i dove
my n-ggas is slimy, they might wipe your nose
these n-ggas supposedly gettin’ it
but n-ggas be cappin’, you n-ggas should know how that go

[verse 1: duffy]
we got the drugs, lil’ bro, what you want?
we havin’ this pint, really havin’ them ‘bows
pounds and pounds of good fried dough
remember them days we was baggin’ up lows
nerd-ass n-gga should know what we on
it’s loyalty royalty all on my clothes
turn to a snake and get hung for surе
i’m stick and movin’, stick at my shows
n-ggas is slow, n-ggas r-t-rded
high as a b-tch, i’m like marvin thе martian
scorin’ on n-ggas like i’m michael jordan
i gotta show n-ggas that they can’t guard me
come get your b-tch, get her up off me
i’ll come in here and i’m endin’ the party
i’m in the crib with a stick on my hip
and a mop in the closet, don’t get me started
play with your b-tch, not us, we’ll hurt you
we get the chip, no bums in the circle
glock on my lap, my heart black and the money be blue and my double cup purple
n-ggas be urkels, it’s time to expose ’em
he should be worried, he havin’ no motion
shooter with me, got a thirty clip pokin’
i’m coolin’ with a deuce of wock’ in my soda
nina talkin’ that money and one thing about it for sure, we gon’ get it for sure
[chorus: duffy]
i’m into talkin’ that money
and one thing for sure, we gon’ get it for sure
we comin’, we comin’ with blowers for sure
lamb chop out back to back with the rolls
jumped off the porch, in that water i dove
my n-ggas is slimy, they might wipe your nose
these n-ggas supposedly gettin’ it
but n-ggas be cappin’, you n-ggas should know how that go

[verse 2: blue pesos]
i know how this go, put an opp in a box
a bag on his head, n-ggas strappin’ the ‘bow
my shooter in the back, he high as a b-tch
if a n-gga start trippin’, he slappin’ his .40
it’s time for the mission, n-gga, get out and slide
you sound like a b-tch, you wanna sit in the car
i do what i want, n-gga, f-ck your rules
he said, “don’t start”, put my hand in the jar
guns, roses, snakes, forties
like how many sh-lls could you fit in that uzi?
you ain’t never had a gun everytime i seen you
i know sue yung hate me, so i bop-bop bleed her
ballin’ hard, i’ll shoot a broke rich
it’s just us in the fin, i’m nikola jokić
let’s get them ‘bows gone, it’s time for a road trip
n-gga, explain to me where is your motion?
let’s shut the block down, what’s up with all the commotion?
you ridin’ too comfortable, n-gga, quit the loafin’
you playin’ with your nose, should’ve known you was a coke head
put them new sticks to work, don’t post sh-t

- otm

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