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letra de yeezy - rho huncho

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begging for bodies
stop allat cappin
we really tote sticks

we gon make some shìt happen
f-ckin his b-tch
got my glock on the mattress
dropped out of school
only good at mathematics

heard the oops was lurking on my operation
i’m sorry grandma i ain’t got no patience
he can meet the creator that boy keep playin
his momma at the cementary where her son is stayin
stop all the cappin
gettin top in the whip with the glock in my lap
ain’t got no more patience

gettin rich off the choices i’m making
got ya mans this blunt that i’m facing
he a bodmon smoke ganja jamaicans
ain’t no love in my soul but i faked it
still rocking yeezy
but don’t f-ck donald
my new b-tch a model she built a bottle
said i went big but i made it colossal
aint stoppin for 12 ima push the full throttle
engine in the back with the stick in front
internet beef tell that boy this ain’t what want

in zone 6 told her shout out to gucci
ain’t payin for p-ssy like boosii
pipe down i heard ya big homie salute me
i got powers like austin she trynna make a movie

my people depende on me i gotta make it
yeezy boots on but b-tch no i ain’t racist
hit that boy with them sticks call it 8 ball
getting head in the booth
i’ma f-ck on that b-tch wit my chain
he ape in the zoo i go king kong
get this b-tch way too hot call it napalm
still rocking yeezy
but no i ain’t racist
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
they hate that i made it

all of my n-ggas they riding round dangerous
7 cars deep
and we calling it gang sh-t
if it ain’t my main b-tch then she nameless
if i catch me a body she gon keep it secret
got some work on the glock and it show with some cleavage
ima buss down her walls then i’m leavin
don’t tell me bout you love you don’t mean it
ain’t got no heart in this sh-t
gave my heart to a b-tch
i turned to a devil
i ain’t trippin a n-gga just a new level
i need a few a million aint got time settle
rockin the show i ain’t tuckin no chain
on tuesday go up with the gang
aint worry bout fame cause my n-ggas got stain
i f-cked up the game
huncho ghøul make them remembe the name

feel guwop
b-tch i just dropped the top
she gon give wap
but don’t even know me
used to love her till she f-cked her homie
i can’t pass the rock
forever shooting like kobe
smokin exotic it’s k!llin the old me
i just mixed the gucci with the off white
micheal vick we bring guns to a dog fight
she popped a perk 30
she gon f-ck me all night

begging for bodies
stop allat cappin
we really tote sticks
we gon make some sh-t happen
f-ckin his b-tch
got my glock on the mattress
dropped out of school
only good at mathematics
heard the oops was lurking on my operation
i’m sorry grandma i ain’t got no patience
he can meet the creator that boy keep playin
his momma at the cementary where her son is stayin

my people depende on me i gotta make it
yeezy boots on but b-tch no i ain’t racist
hit that boy with them sticks call it 8 ball
getting head in the booth
i’ma f-ck on that b-tch wit my chain
he ape in the zoo i go king kong
get this b-tch way too hot call it napalm
still rocking yeezy
but no i ain’t racist
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
they hate that i made it

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