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letra de vacuum - r3 da chilliman

[intro]
(reconboy)
(d-mn, my n-gga glxck made this sh-t)

[chorus]
i just told her vacuum, that mean suck it up
complainin’ ’bout his b-tch leave a n-gga toughened up
if it’s a pass, and you feel it, n-gga, trust your gut
tuckin’ this gun inside my pants like what’s knuckle up?
i just told her vacuum, that mean suck it up
complainin’ ’bout his b-tch leave a n-gga toughened up
if it’s a pass, and you feel it, n-gga, trust your gut
tuckin’ this gun inside my pants like what’s knuckle up?

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m rich and i’m already [?], i’m still a shooter
i hit his b-tch, now he don’t like me, he’s a f-ckin’ loser
flashin’ jewels on the ‘gram so they hate us
some bad b-tches and a crip in a wraith truck
smokin’ a giffie, come through that back door
i’m beatin’ it up, she gon’ leave with her back brokе
got the .40 under my clothes likе a cougar
it’s evidence around his nose he’s a user
b-tch, you really whippin’ work, my wrist hurtin’
my youngins shootin’ anything, they out purgin’
[?] to dress up, then i enter from the back
i’m loafed up, he got a problem touchin’ racks
band for the jeans, my best friend is mike amiri
i’m sellin’ p’s, how much you need? the price varies
ytb in my city, we bmf
r.i.p., if we see him, he gettin’ stretched
[chorus]
i just told her vacuum, that mean suck it up
complainin’ ’bout his b-tch leave a n-gga toughened up
if it’s a pass, and you feel it, n-gga, trust your gut
tuckin’ this gun inside my pants like what’s knuckle up?
i just told her vacuum, that mean suck it up
complainin’ ’bout his b-tch leave a n-gga toughened up
if it’s a pass, and you feel it, n-gga, trust your gut
tuckin’ this gun inside my pants like what’s knuckle up?

[verse 2]
off-white tags, louis bags, forgot my weight
all black mask, think fast, i got a k
to wear this state marnie, bracelet carti, i’m worth a grip
way too gnarly, they on my wave, i got ’em sick
big cubans, a lot of diamonds, all flawless
when we shoppin’, she get whatever ’cause i’m ballin’
we get money, b-tch, i’m from the winnin’ team
chop got titties, i can’t fit it in my jeans
keep sippin’ wock’, i’m addicted to the juice
dope in his block ’cause it’s some k!llers on the loose
he see the pendant on my chain, i’m a rockstar
when you first meet me, i’m like, “hey, i like wockhardt”
can’t talk to him about a foreign, he’s never on one
this ain’t no regular black timbs, these the chrome ones
tried to tuck his piece in and he still got stripped
n-ggas say they want smoke ’til they inhale that sh-t
[chorus]
i just told her vacuum, that mean suck it up
complainin’ ’bout his b-tch leave a n-gga toughened up
if it’s a pass, and you feel it, n-gga, trust your gut
tuckin’ this gun inside my pants like what’s knuckle up?
i just told her vacuum, that mean suck it up
complainin’ ’bout his b-tch leave a n-gga toughened up
if it’s a pass, and you feel it, n-gga, trust your gut
tuckin’ this gun inside my pants like what’s knuckle up?

- r3 da chilliman

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