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letra de 40 blow - pocket juice

[intro]
d. rein
ydna

[verse 1: pocket juice]
aye, do this sh-t, cuz i’m a f-ckin’ scum
lose a bet, why you run
steady talkin’ won’t do none, start my truck
b-tch, i’m crusin’ through my city high as f-ck
that’s just where it’s at, taz gang f-ckin’ sh-t up
you a simple basic mother f-cker, talkin’ sh-t, you get f-cked
put that 40 to your skull, it’ll come in clutch, i ain’t never p-ssy
up in any situation, b-tch, why you twitchin’ boy?
came through with a fully loaded on me, doin’ crime
surfs up, surf super soakin’, charged as f-ck, swingin’ at a p-ssy n-gga
he ain’t tough, pull up, eyes on road, 214, you ain’t show, that so
p-ssy hoe, too slow, i’ma make that 40 blow

[verse 2: triine]
pull up behind the coupe, shoot, shoot, on your dumb ass
watch me pull that skrt, they don’t know my worth
heavy with the work, b-tches steady lurk, i can see you upset
don’t mind pull a nine empty out the duffel bag
gang in this b-tch, tommy fully loaded, pointed at your face
make a n-gga b-tch give me face, swanton bomb in that cl-t
every n-gga in the gang hit, talk sh-t, talk sh-t, hit him with that pump
he a easy l!ck, i know you don’t know b-tch
ski mask lights out, ski mask lights out

[verse 3: 6ix9ine]
pump to his chest, 40 in the tec, run up, leave him wet
his b-tch gave me neck, sippin’ on that tech
keep that chrome on my side, split his head wide
on that type of time, n-ggas down to ride, i ain’t gotta lie
you would think your b-tch love me when she calling my phone
she keep blowing up my sh-t, i told her, “leave me alone”
this b-tch wanted me to f-ck, i only wanted the dome
heard his n-ggas talking sh-t, but they don’t want no smoke
when i get that f-ckin’ mop, it’s a different approach
n-ggas think that they a giant, but they really a roach
n-ggas choke, when it blow, big pole, with a scope
no reload, watch him fall, 40 blow him down the road, gang

- pocket juice

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