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letra de love my team - ricky sosa

[hook: lil henny]

i love my team i love my fuckin crew
all day and night man they stay true
have your girl this d-ck then said fuck you
we about this money man i love my crew

[verse 1: lil henny]

d-mn…riding this beat like a coaster
i swear everytime when i spit and i rhyme
there’s always a b-tch nigga talking that slime
my flows are devine
pray for the haters ill pull out the nine
dove in the pussy so deep (pause)
forgot the time
fuck all those niggas who think this a game
shit the fuck up stay in your lane
i can’t restrain these flows from my brain
the rap game addictive call it cocaine
but i can’t complain i’m living my dude
don’t play for france but look like giroud
that means i get b-tches and i score goals
don’t hold me back i’m out of control
sober as fuck pour me a shot
aim at your head with a red dot
i’m telling you now you don’t call the shot
your b-tch over here giving me props
i fuck with then b-tches some of them thots
and they give me head until i say stop
my rhymes are toupees over the top
i keep it so simple i keep it so slow
my nigga pablo, he look like a crow
i’m not talking shit cuz he still my woe
i ran out of rhymes i think i’ll retire
i get all the b-tches cuz i’m a good liar
i’m spitting that fire
running and gunning i’m running abroad
fuck with us now we’ll aim at your squad
nigggas be trippin they think i’m a fraud
but hit up your b-tch she swear i’m a god

[hook: lil henny]

all day and night man they stay true
gave your girl this d-ck and said fuck you
we about this money man i love my crew

[hook:ricky sosa]

love my team i love my fuckin crew
day and night man i hope that they stay true
gave your girl this d-ck then said fuck you
we about this money man i love my crew

[verse 2: ricky sosa]

all up i been living swear i’m sinning but i’m winning
fuck a hoe i need some different still i fuck her till she finish
in this b-tch like i’m blake griffin
up to bat like i’m king griffey
made my money off the sticky
need my dutch in hella picky
going hard i be turnt up to the motherfuckin max
put my eyes be hella low you can blame it on the wax
get to shooting like i’m curry
for my boys i told [?]
plug be so consistent
man i always have the pack
breaking of bread with my day ones
got a problem you should say sum’
scared of your fears you should face em
all of these pussys is [?] lungs
i smoke up and pour up a my drank
i must don’t ignore whatever you thank
but i get the the paper
then curry a hater
keepin it g like i’m rocking a pager
get robbed for your daytons
fineess for your shit
talk about shaq at the free throw then bricks
tell your b-tch you pull up and slit
dubs up what the fuck it is
told your b-tch to pull up and slit
dubs up what he fuck it is
told your b-tch to pull up and slit

- ricky sosa

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