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letra de 305 til i die - pitbull

[intro]
introducing
mr
three, yeah
o, yeah
five

[bridge]
hop in the bucket and haul ass
hop in the bucket and haul ass
hop in the bucket and haul ass
hop in the bucket and haul ass
[verse 1]
this is for them boys on there way to tennesse listening to mjg
breaking them birds and 8-b-lls, be careful with them keys
don’t hesitate to squeeze
watch out for them feds ’cause they hate y’all
bank accounts overseas
when them feds come for me all they gon find is cd’s
no weight, dawg, but wait dawg
’cause pit is back, bigger badder stronger
its alright you can hate, dawg
but don’t be surprised if a chico do you like they can escape
then blow your motherf-ckin’ face off
who the f-ck wanna face off
’cause i’m willing and ready to c-ck, aim and bang
show the world what it means to be born and raised
in the home of the ‘canes, that’s the county of dade
well they used to shoot straight phase now they shoot ak’s
so if they kick in your door i suggest you do what they say
these are the facts of life minus them three b-tches
they don’t rap no more, qll they do is snitchin
i went from no pot to p-ss in
to gettin taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen (listen)
cook cook, whip whip, chop chop, oh
hear the shots don’t look stop drop roll
hit the block tell them fiends stop cop go
used to be my life but not no more
[bridge]
hop in the bucket and haul ass
hop in the bucket and haul ass
hop in the bucket and haul ass
hop in the bucket and haul ass

[hook]
take my banana clip to a banana cl!ck
now thats some miami sh-t
give me your big old sh-t
with a ton of bricks
now thats some miami sh-t
chevys on 22’s, 24’s, 26
now thats some miami sh-t

[post-hook]
that’s right, that’s what
that’s right, that’s what
that’s right
i’m from miami b-tch

[verse 2]
i eat, sleep, sh-t, talk, rap
see that seven forty five li yeah i bought that
they never thought but i thought that
give em a brick baking soda and a beaker and its brought back
pyrex to be exact i bring it back
how you want it from the stove or the microwave?
how you want it? how yella? or light brown
i feel like method man i got him feenin’ with they pipes out
[instrumental outro]

- pitbull

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