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letra de no mask - rich dunk

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[intro]
sh-t, it’s dunk, f-ck?
uh, uh, uh (slap a 808 on the back of that thing and we outta here)

[chorus]
sh-t
you know i run that sh-t up, i’m the best (the best)
i f-cked that b-tch, now that lil’ n-gga sad (haha)
i got them racks, you could tell how i sack (it’s dunk)
my n-gga big nuchii, he rob with no mask (it’s torch)
turnt it up, that’s a notch i’ma f-ck from the back
tell that b-tch she could chill ’cause i know she a thot
my lil’ n-gga for real, who the f-ck you gon’ stop? (the f-ck?)
n-gga, i think you should chill or your head gon’ get popped (baow)
ha, i’m ready to turn up again (again)
keep typin’ my name, then you gone in the wind (he gone)
i f-cked two different hoes, but they acted like twins (the f-ck?)
f-cked one from the back, f-cked the other with her friend (godd-mn)
keep pointin’ your fingers, we gon’ cut off your hand (we gon’ cut that b-tch)
i just got a load the same size as a man (on god)
p-l-a-y, n-ggas think that i’m playin’
put this g-u-n on your motherf-ckin’ man

[verse]
baow, sh-t (on god)
n-gga p-ssy as f-ck, he ain’t it (he ain’t it)
run through rap by myself, i’m legit
i done turnt up a notch, give a f-ck ’bout a b-tch (f-ck ’bout a b-tch)
i got the sauce on me, n-gga, that’s for jewelry (that’s the jewelry)
you run up on me, your ass gettin’ cleared (your ass gettin’ cleared)
aim out the whip, we strapped up to the tip (to the tip)
don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of that lip (the f-ck?)
sh-t, all them hoes, mama thought i was a pimp (thought i was a pimp)
sh-t, i’m on that gas gas, high as a blimp (high as a blimp)
you playin’ with me, shootin’ three zones in (the f-ck?)
she use you, you don’t get nothin’ from him (you don’t get sh-t)
swear if he hit you, we jumpin’ on him (come here)
sh-t, sendin’ shots, but we bumpin’ on him (baow, baow)
i don’t know his name, said, “don’t ask me ’bout him” (don’t ask me this sh-t)
[chorus]
sh-t
you know i run that sh-t up, i’m the best (the best)
i f-cked that b-tch, now that lil’ n-gga sad (haha)
i got them racks, you could tell how i sack (it’s dunk)
my n-gga big nuchii, he rob with no mask (it’s torch)
turnt it up, that’s a notch i’ma f-ck from the back
tell that b-tch she could chill ’cause i know she a thot
my lil’ n-gga for real, who the f-ck you gon’ stop? (the f-ck?)
n-gga, i think you should chill or your head gon’ get popped (baow)
ha, i’m ready to turn up again (again)
keep typin’ my name, then you gone in the wind (he gone)
i f-cked two different hoes, but they acted like twins (the f-ck?)
f-cked one from the back, f-cked the other with her friend (godd-mn)
keep pointin’ your fingers, we gon’ cut off your hand (we gon’ cut that b-tch)
i just got a load the same size as a man (on god)
p-l-a-y, n-ggas think that i’m playin’
put this g-u-n on your motherf-ckin’ man

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