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letra de intro - pakkboyz

[intro: q da fool]
uh aye rappin’ -ss n-ggas can’t cool it wit’ q
(trap brovas, what’s good shabazz gang)
aye trap n-gga sh-t
so every motherf-ckin’ beat imma speak this trap sh-t
uh d-mn d-mn d-mn

[verse 1 : q da fool]
ounce of molly in yo main b-tch boot
y’all rappin’ -ss n-ggas can’t hang with q
get me a deal throw the money out the roof
ran off on his b-tch -ss he ain’t have a clue
lyin’ -ss n-gga you don’t never tell the truth
imma stuff a 100 pounds in this lil -ss coupe

[verse 2: shabazz]
they know that we keep them gl!cks
pbg hop out with 6 like [?]
two things yo b-tch cannot say
is that i can’t f-ck or the period late
might buy my b-tch a mercedes
‘cuz i’m makin’ plays this trap sh-t is crazy
bro locked up he been trappin’ since the 80s
his house was a daycare and he had no babies
shoebox full of hundreds and a new .380
her p-ssy torch so i red bottom my lady
she a school teacher she watchin’ them babies
pop a perc, f-ck yo b-tch why is you savin’
i used her address but i am not stayin’
i just held a bail right at the days inn
i just poured a deuce my b-tch called me lazy
just like a doctor bro servin’ them patients

[verse 3: q da fool]
in and out the trap that sh-t like my first home
put you in the dirt, now you a earthworm
no we don’t smoke on no midget
k!ll a n-gga for the ticket
hundred million dollar l!ck what i’m wishin’
a team of lawyers think i’m oj simpson
n-ggas act tough till they pop up missin’
we grew up rough so we keep a missle
i’m a pakk boy so i diesel my jeans
when i get mad i put lean in the cream
my mother start cryin’ said you a fiend
i’m addicted, to money and green
boot up off molly i’m not gon’ fight
i shoot my pipe, you might lose your life
catch these bullets like you jerry rice
catch these numbers cuz i got the low price
trap it out
these lil n-ggas life is a screenplay
i’ma chop it up like a dj
yeah i got the money replay
my b-tches they said that i’m trippin’ (i’m juggin’)
give a f-ck about a image (i’m cookin’)
give a f-ck about the tenants (they lookin’)
yeah they know we ’bout to spend it
uhhhhh
they said my gang is the truth, might blow any minute
[?] we been did balenci
i’m fresh than a b-tch ‘cuz i stack it up plenty
walk in the club ever seen a black benji?
tats n the drugs tryna be like diddy
put my d-ck in her mouth, you still kissin’ on her t-tties
i’m thumbin’ through hunnids she’ll thumb through fifties

[outro: q da fool]
(yeah watch all my n-ggas go get it)
(yall f-ck n-ggas, you can’t get it)
(i swear to god my whole gang gifted)
(money, that’s a mission)
(you ain’t gettin’ money you trippin’)
(you ain’t gettin’ money boy you trippin’)
(respect how i’m livin’)

- pakkboyz

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