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letra de curtis - rawstar

[intro]
aye, omar!
danny, i see you
yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (woah)

[verse 1]
she suck my d-ck for the come up, what
draco on me don’t you run up, yuh
pockets they full of blue hunnids, yuh
rawstar is not with the lovin’, uh
b-tch i’m the reason to money, yuh
everything about the money, yuh
one glove i hit it like jackson, uh
snitching my house i’m not running
come in clutch shoot his back with a semi, uh huh (with a semi, yuh)
he won’t die, send a n-gg- to the ceiling, uh huh (to the ceiling yuh)
pull up in a vic, i’m trappin’ like yo’semi, yuh uh (slat, slat, slat)
we too strapped, we too strapped like yo semi, uh yuh (pa,pa,pa,pa,pa,pa)
forty, that right on my side, huh
forty, that right on my side, huh
choppa, that right on my side, huh
boy don’t you try, you will die, huh
forty, that right on my side, huh
uzi, that right on my side, huh
shorty, that right on my side, huh
choppa, that’s it, on my slime

[chorus]
slat, slat, get, slat, slat, run it back with the uzi, yuh, uh (like i’m 50, aye)
slat, slat, run it back with the uzi, yuh uh (like i’m 50, aye)
slat, slat, run it back with the uzi, yuh uh (run it back, aye)
slat, slat, run it back with the uzi, yuh uh (like i’m 50, b-tch)

[verse 2]
i f-ck your b-tch oversease, huh (prrrah)
choppa it blowin’ like this, huh (rrrah)
that b-tch she blowin’ like this, uh (drip)
she suckin’ my d-ck till she sick, uh (thou)
i got a thou on my feets, uh (blah)
kick in the door with a lick, yuh (baw)
young n-gg- whippin’ a brick, uh
poppin’ a perc and i k!ll it, uh (yuh)
grams in a blunt got me sipping, uh
‘member the days i was stealing, uh
so many drugs i’m not dealing, uh (yuh)
i am so cool with no feelings (wim)
don’t really care bout your feelings (skrrt)
b-tch now i’m droppin’ your roof, uh (no)
40 on me like some glue, uh (rrrr)
i’m goin’ ham in the booth, yeah (uh)
she suck me up in the booth, uh (yeah)
tommy hilfiger my boots, uh (hey)
cop a new grill for my tooth, yeah (grill)
vv wrapped on my neck like a noose
you just mad cause i sent her back loose
you just mad cause she all on my coupe
and my coupe got the stars on the roof
no more love cuz she f-cking a fool

[chorus]
run it back run it back with the semi, yuh, huh, (like i’m 50, aye)
run it back run it back with the semi, yuh, huh, (like i’m 50, aye)
run it back run it back with the semi, yuh, huh, (run it back, aye)
run it back, yuh, run it back, yuh, what (like i’m 50, b-tch)

[outro]
ser furor beats

- rawstar

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