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letra de big pump! - semtexxx

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[intro]
come on, buck
(ayy) ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy
yuh, ayy (yuh), ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (yuh-yuh)

[chorus]
b-b-big pump, yeah, i’m callin’ that a “12-gauge” (ayy)
walk inside the party loud as f-ck, like, what’s that smell? ayy
all you rappers weird, you just be lookin’ for the twelfth age (ayy)
b-tch, i feel like dante, yeah, this blade send you to h-ll, wait

[verse]
got you b-tch, she all up on me, think she lovin’ it (ayy)
i only love the money, wrap it up, and then i cum in it
these drugs that i be takin’, i don’t think that you can stomach it
yo’ favorite rapper floppin’ from the top, i see him plummetin’, ayy
b-b-bet i smoke a f-ckin’ pound in this b-tch (b-tch)
just like a tower, said it’s really going down in this b-tch (bit’)
shout-out to karma, yeah, you really get surrounded and sh-t (sh-t)
don’t need no honor, throw mysеlf, i’m boutta drown in the pit
got good aim just like a sniper
concrеte on your feet, he sinkin’ down just like a diver (ayy)
b-tch, i’m makin’ money, i’m still trappin’ off of fiver (yeah)
i don’t wanna talk to no lil’ b-tch, i need the mind first (yeah)
five minutes with your girl, and now she lookin’ like a geyser
i get the bags, then i double back, eat it like a snack
can never fast, got the double mag, make sure you intact
you do not pass, i said, “try again,” stuck up in the past
you just some trash, got the gucci belt hangin’ off my ass
yeah, this happens every time
p-p-p-ssy talkin’ sh-t, and now i’m knocking out his lights
f-f-feelin’ like a surgeon, wonder how remove the spine (ayy)
if i don’t gotta eat, then i won’t make it through the night (ayy)
ever since a little kid, like, all my life, i had to fight
why they all lookin’ at me?
puttin’ it back, i don’t need any time, ayy (ayy)
already got what i need, talkin’ too hot, you get thrown in the fye, ayy (ayy)
punchin’ his face ’til i’m makin’ him bleed
makin’ some art, i be makin’ a sign, ayy
don’t give a f-ck what you say
have him dead by the mornin’, i do it at the drop of a dime, ayy
[bridge]
(ayy) ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (yuh)
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (yuh)
ayy, ayy, ayy (yuh, ayy), ayy (yuh)
ayy, ayy, ayy (yuh, yuh), ayy

[chorus]
b-b-big pump, yeah, i’m callin’ that a “12-gauge” (ayy)
walk inside the party loud as f-ck, like, what’s that smell? ayy
all you rappers weird, you just be lookin’ for the twelfth age (ayy)
b-tch, i feel like dante, yeah, this blade send you to h-ll, wa—

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