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letra de shh - pryns

shut the f-ck up why you talking to me 2x
you don’t got a whip probably walk in the street
oh that’s you man’s he was copping a plea
i stain the plug i ain’t copping his p
i’m sipping wock and i’m popping like 3
you poor as f-ck stop talking to me
in my wood rolling up grams
you know that im scamming hams
swipe the card after i make it jam
you already know i don’t give a d-mn
you already know we hop in a lamb
you already know her n-gga a ham
i’m not your twin you not i’m not friendly
that boy a cop just like stanley
i call up wop he gon fan em
i’m pouring wock i can’t stand
switch on the glock it’s sum like a tranny
inside of my backpack that’s where my bands be
inside of my backwood that’s where yo man’s be
on my d-ck that’s where yo b-tch be
toting 50 but we hit him with 60
i got yo b-tch and you know she gon pick me
doing fraud easy now at first it was tricky
got some ears on the ak looking like mickey
and i’m rolling a wood and you know that it’s sticky
and i’m getting new gas because you know that i’m picky
and i’m hoin his ass cus he act like a b-tch be
and the drank in the liter i’m pouring like 6 3s
r kelly my glock i always keep 16
that n-gga broke can’t even show 15
she snorting up lines she blow like the wind
no i can’t even lose i already win
boy i’m not your friend stop calling me twin
h-ll no i’m not friendly
i got this chop with me no nle
we skrt off in a gle
and you ain’t getting sh-t for free
made that boy pay a shipping fee
made that boy pay a entry fee
hit him now he in the emt
b-tch i’m the plug like a usb
out the keltec you catch a 223
that’s yo b-tch but she wanna be with me
and i’m high off the perc now i can’t see
and i’ll bust the clerk head if he play with me
and i ran this sh-t up no edd
and my n-gga get to shooting like cp3
and i punch so i get my clothes for free
that boy act like a hoe so i know he be
and i’m getting his low right where he sleep
i’m f-cking his hoe and i make her scream
i’m off of the perc and it make me dream
i’m in the b-tch mouth like listerine
i’m kissing the cup and i’m sipping lean
run down on this b-tch with the flash and beam
that boy think it’s sweet and i’m crashing em
i get the drugs and i’m stashing it
go in the system i’m hacking it
his ip im tracking it
his b-tch cheeks i’m clapping it
put the pack down i’m wrapping it
and that boy just talking ain’t having it nah

- pryns

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