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letra de right there #firstdayout - q da fool

[hook]
i’m on largo road, n-gga right there
don’t pull up on the strip, meet me right there
you can look but baby please do not stare
got them fishes like a motherf-cking bear
get more -ss than a motherf-cking chair
since a kid, been a motherf-cking player
load my glock, then i say me a prayer

[verse 1]
largo road, turned that sh-t to decatur
come out the cut, just like a cicada
my choppa bakery yeah i got them flavors
learned young that you can’t do no favors
it’s crazy cause your main b-tch is my favorite
good p-ssy but no i cannot save it
allah is the only one that i’m praising
in the psych ward, h-ll yeah a n-gga crazy
i was really on them jail yards with the murderers and the prisoners
if you talking bout them real n-ggas, then i swear to god you gotta mention us
my b-tch said “q da fool boy you gotta stop smoking on that angel dust”
and i don’t really f-ck with no n-gga but smith and wesson h-ll yea i trust
no snitching, no statements, no lectures
i smell p-ssy, h-ll yeah i’m bout to press him
that draco, that’s my pretty b-tch, i’m bout to dress her
in the trap, all we got is stoves, pots and them dressers
b-tch i’m known to bring that pressure, i can’t tote it if it ain’t extra
i’m talking green grits and cheddar
dropped out, trap taught me how to measure

[verse 2]
if he faking n-gga point him out
talk about guns, b-tch i bring em out
you talking too much, n-gga watch your mouth
if he got the bricks, i’m bout to watch his house
still can’t believe i trusted a mouse
but when i found out, that n-gga dotted out
he bout to spend a payment, n-gga i doubt
dirty guns got that sh-t from the south
go go i make them 223’s bounce
it’s crazy what a n-gga did off a ounce
i want every dollar n-gga i swear that sh-t counts
start catching bodies, then i learned how to count
if i got the trap, i swear that i don’t need sh-t
brown sh-t inside the bottle, n-gga that ain’t brisk
not a key, not a pitcher, but i got a wrist
broad day light f-ck it man let’s take a risk
chain eight bricks, step on that work n-gga a-town sh-t
beat a murder charge, cross that sh-t off my list
bust down the brick, then i bust down my wrist
being sneaky made a young n-gga rich
go to h town, guess his -ss took a trip
two fingers in the air, make that sh-t twist
rich shooter but that boy never miss

- q da fool

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