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letra de ante up - prada mack & geechi

[intro]
yeah, that’s just how much, yeah, ooh
that’s dtb for sure

[chorus: geechi & prada mack]
she said she the runner-up, i told her run it up
come here, freaky girl, i’m finna turn you up
cousin gun just got a drum, he got them t-tties done
many men want me gone, still i run it up
hey, make them n-gg-s ante up
patrennessy with the addy up
check my stats, immaculate
your b-tch on ice, stanley cup

[verse 1: geechi & prada mack]
look at lil’ daddy lookin’ like a lick lick
yeah, i’m lit lit, b-tch, why you risk this?
my whole team causin’ problems, we some misfits
two nasty lil’ b-tches, i call prada, he can’t miss this
watch, i resurrect the trap like lazarus
b-tch just knew ’bout you, don’t speak on biohazards
her body look like it’s sponsored by michelangelo, hey
i knock her bottom off, she leave a mess, look like danimals
hold on, me and mines, we some animals
b-tch, watch that spark ’cause i’m flamin’ you
why you think you always lose? you too quick to move
this b-tch chose to follow rules, he got it breakin’ news
keep it up
b-tch, i’m don juan, i keep a cup
quit askin’ ’bout specific numbers
milligrams, we add it up

[verse 2: offset jim & allblack]
my cleat check is off-white, them balis up
lil’ n-gg- check that score, tallied up
care package for the bros, free the dubs
b-tch, i came straight for that bag, keep the love
if you run off with that bag, we bounty hunt
hey, it ain’t no pressure, it ain’t sh-t to us (hit your drummer -ss up)
lil’ n-gg-, you ain’t gang, ain’t one of us
lil’ n-gg-, you ain’t gang, ain’t one of us

[verse 3: allblack]
call baby mama up, i let her ride
kenzo, told ’em make skinnies, i’m on the height
forty toes, all active, who we dynamite?
trappin’ in anaheim, the chicken threw up on the mic
9-3-8, eatin’ tony styles and knock rice
lingo at the side door scorin’ on the dice
threw a sixty back, then i threw two hennys back
fell asleep on that b-tch, i couldn’t get out the trap
it’s black, hah

[outro: geechi, prada mack, & offset jim]
she said she the runner-up, i told her run it up
come here, freaky girl, i’m finna turn you up
cousin gun just got a drum, he got them t-tties done
hey, make them n-gg-s ante up, hey
patrennessy with the addy up, hey
my cleat check is off-white, them balis up
lil’ n-gg- check that score, tallied up

- prada mack geechi

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