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letra de right back - rell vert

[intro]
ayy, rell, come pour me up (yeah)
just like that, my n-gga, sl!ck
jacc, you know how the f-ck we rockin’
(this sh-t gon’ be crazy, jacc)
gang sh-t
(thank you timmy boy) ayy

[chorus]
n-gga be doin’ that trollin’ online, but his dog, he can’t get his life back
glizzy just took him a gen, they callin’ my phone, ask, can i get a pipe back?
and he got hit with a ten, k!ll him and his friend, they ass couldn’t fight that
my b-tch say we done, but when she leave, she come right back
they wanna woof, but i ain’t finna type back
took that l, what we do? come right back
give a n-gga sh-lls, no time to fight back (brrt)
free foenem out the cell, sh-t crazy, gotta fight that
i got a drac’ inside of thе scat pack
f-ck my opps, your brother gon’ die next
gеt a n-gga gone just off like one text
love your b-tch ’cause she got good neck

[verse]
only gon’ f-ck if she got good s-x
‘raq on fire, man, foenem up next
know you was hurt when you saw them stretched
i don’t f-ck with snakes, the last was a good pack (d-mn)
we got back, last opp got gift wrapped (back)
they diss me, but i ain’t finna diss back (diss back)
throwing my block, seven-nine, i’m with that (i’m with it)
i ain’t finna talk, k!ll a n-gga, no chit-chat
laughing at the opps, f-ck them, better get back
f-cked her friend, now that b-tch big mad
get in the field, you scared with your b-tch ass
i got some money, got my opps big mad
b-tch gon’ f-ck when you broke, that sh-t sad
ten milli’ glock got a beam, call it christmas (d-mn)
like nfl, me and foenem hit sh-t
he was lackin’, got hit with a hit stick
call my dogs, man, foenem sick sh-t (brrt)
i love that drac’, that’s my lil’ big b-tch
when i’m with her, she’s spit and kiss sh-t (mwah)
we got the bowls and folks in the kitchen (yeah)
b-tch hold a lil’ load, from the hoes don’t mix sh-t (d-mn)
he died with his gun, he gone, they miss him (d-mn)
he tried to run, he shot, they clipped him (come here)
f-ck my opps, still smoke on clifton (come here, where you goin’? come here)
[chorus]
n-gga be doin’ that trollin’ online, but his dog, he can’t get his life back
glizzy just took him a gen, they callin’ my phone, ask, can i get a pipe back?
and he got hit with a ten, k!ll him and his friend, they ass couldn’t fight that
my b-tch say we done, but when she leave, she come right back
they wanna woof, but i ain’t finna type back
took that l, what we do? come right back
give a n-gga sh-lls, no time to fight back (brrt)
free foenem out the cell, sh-t crazy, gotta fight that
i got a drac’ inside of the scat pack
f-ck my opps, your brother gon’ die next
get a n-gga gone just off like one text
love your b-tch ’cause she got good neck

- rell vert

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