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letra de bmf - rob49 & icewear vezzo

[intro: rob49]
yeah
yeah

[chorus: rob49]
if you trappin’ like you say you is, throw up your scale
i’ve been outchea blowin’ money fast, n-gga, bmf (yeah, yeah)
this ain’t no scat pack, this a h-llcat with your crazy self
i’ma fly my bro back to cali’, get that package mailed
i just stuffed like two hunnid ps inside a vacuum seal (yeah)
my ho just won’t go to miami, get her titties did (yeah)
you ain’t ever sell a hunnid pack, n-gga, how the f-ck you young and lit? (how the f-ck you young and lit?)
you ain’t never go buy a b-tch nothin’, how the f-ck you claimin’ pimp? (f-ck you claimin’ pimp?)

[verse 1: rob49]
how you say it’s good? behind closed doors, you actually claimin’ smoke
callin’ it alone, my ho bald head, she look like doodie lo
call a n-gga bluff, got k!llers with me, i don’t need no bodyguard
call it what you want, lil’ n-gga play, i’ma put them n-ggas on ya
and i like goin’ illegal, n-gga, and i like f-ckin’ [?] b-tches
look light, but i keep my pistol, i’ma make ’em come creep up on you
bruce lee how i kick sh-t, i’m a real bag getter, alright
she be tryna play hard to get, but i know bro hit it
told me believe it, but i can’t
don’t touch ‘fore i got some rank
all this money give me power, whip the trackhawk like a slave, n-gga
[chorus: rob49]
if you trappin’ like you say you is, throw up your scale
i’ve been outchea blowin’ money fast, n-gga, bmf (yeah, yeah)
this ain’t no scat pack, this a h-llcat with your crazy self
i’ma fly my bro back to cali’, get that package mailed
i just stuffed like two hunnid ps inside a vacuum seal (yeah)
my ho just won’t go to miami, get her titties did (yeah)
you ain’t ever sell a hunnid pack, n-gga, how the f-ck you young and lit? (how the f-ck you young and lit?)
you ain’t never go buy a b-tch nothin’, how the f-ck you claimin’ pimp? (f-ck you claimin’ pimp?)

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
pints of lean, that’s three hundred g’s, it comes off ice and east
got a extra hunnid in that cutter, that b-tch likes the trees
pop two sixes, rollin’ off them benz, it’s where i bite my t–th
throw that dog sh-t up, we ran all week until it’s time to leave
got a extra brick right by the store that came from cookin’ loaves
pull it out her mouth and bust a nut on top her p-ssy, ho
fetty way too strong, an overdose, and we got off the road
switchie on this b-tch, it shoot so fast, i d-mn near lost control
he almost home, that mean that he gone, we gotta talk in codes
bro gon’ spin around, flip that old b-tch just like he lost his phone
my lil’ jit, i’d rather take a hit before he drank some trish
busted out the wrapper in all zips like a plate of grits

- rob49 icewear vezzo

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