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letra de intro - sally sossa

intro lyrics
[intro]
d-mn, b-tch, third go

[chorus]
b-b-b-b-b-tch i’m a gangsta, this ain’t a persona (persona)
f-ck your opinion, ’cause i’ma still do what i wanna (wanna)
i’m heatin’ up like a sauna (sauna)
pass me the lighter, the opps gettin’ smoked, marijuana (marijuana)
i punch on a b-tch, then punch in on a beat (beat)
moonwalk to the money, moncler’s on my feet (feet)
if you feelin’ froggy, p-ssy, leap (leap)
b-tch, i get a bag every time that i speak (speak)

[verse 1]
spazzin’ on b-tches, for real (real)
i was signed to the streets before i was signed to a deal (deal)
these n-ggas really ain’t real (real)
how you gon’ claim you a dawg? you ain’t been in that field (field)
pull up on thе block, and i’m swervin’ (skrrt)
i know them b-tches bе plottin’, i’m very observant (observant)
so i hit the corner, they lurkin’ (lurkin’)
how you gon’ say you a boss and i know you ain’t workin’?
play, play, play, play with me, b-tch, you gon’ die (on god)
this not a threat, this a promise, so why would i lie? (why would i lie?)
n-gga, you really ain’t fly (fly)
spent four racks on a fittin’, i just stayed inside (inside)
n-gga, you smokin’ on bump (bump)
i know that sh-t ain’t no gas, so don’t say you high
i look him straight in the eye
you know that i do not care, so why would i lie, lie?
[interlude]
h-llo?
hey, so i got the plastic for you
for real?
[?]
man, send that sh-t to me
[?]
bet

[verse 2]
i’m givin’ ’em h-ll (h-ll)
these b-tches don’t write they songs, like our verse is the cell (cell)
and i’m flippin’ my raps like my packs
and i gotta stay strapped, someone bring me a scale (scale)
and i don’t share locations with n-ggas
’cause n-ggas be hatin’, they all on my trail (trail)
so i’m droppin’ an album
that b-tch is gon’ come with ten songs, ’cause i don’t f-ck with twelve (twelve)
i’m givin’ ’em h-ll (h-ll)
these b-tches don’t write they songs, like our verse is the cell (cell)
and i’m flippin’ my raps like my packs
and i gotta stay strapped, someone bring me a scale (with a scale)
and i don’t share locations with n-ggas
’cause n-ggas be hatin’, they all on my trail (they watchin’)
so i’m droppin’ an album
that b-tch is gon’ come with ten songs, ’cause i don’t f-ck with twelve (on god)
[chorus]
b-b-b-b-b-tch i’m a gangsta, this ain’t a persona (persona)
f-ck your opinion, ’cause i’ma still do what i wanna (wanna)
i’m heatin’ up like a sauna (sauna)
pass me the lighter, the opps gettin’ smoked, marijuana (marijuana)
i punch on a b-tch, then punch in on a beat (beat)
moonwalk to the money, moncler’s on my feet (feet)
if you feelin’ froggy, p-ssy, leap (leap)
b-tch, i get a bag every time that i speak (speak)

- sally sossa

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