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letra de days of the week - sg tip

[chorus: sg tip]
got a k, do a drive by on a sunday
pulled out on your block on a monday
lay in the bushes where your mama stay
tuesday, it’s your lucky day
get shot in the face, watch what you say
glock with a thirty, that’s the gang way
pull your card ’cause you’re acting real hard today
friday, new bankroll
me and escobar, we want pesos
i bank with suntrust, ’cause i don’t chase hoes
i’m only in love with blue hunchos
he tried to rob, now his face gone
i had the red dot, now the case closed
i broke your mama heart, ’cause the glock forty
turned your p-ssy -ss to an angel

[verse 1: pde escobar]
turn a n-gg- to an angel
i told you we were armed and dangerous
we shoot up your block with no aimin’
two guns on me n-gg-, like i’m ed paymen
bullets rainin’ on your block like a thunder shower
your mama know she raised a real coward
thumbing through checks, n-gg- don’t need no money counter
dipping and dodging traffic through the rush hour
young n-gg- salute me like i’m major payne
sippin’ lean just to ease the pain
my young n-gg-s shootin’, they don’t got no aim
we shootin’ at n-gg-s, f-ck a gun range
my pde diamond chain, yeah it’s flooded
i hope one you f-ck n-gg-s come try to touch it
price tag on your head n-gg-, f-ck with budget
don’t walk up on me n-gg- ’cause i might clutch it
i told you lil n-gg- i’m plugged in with russians
i’m rockin’ the loubotins, i don’t f-ck with forces
i f-ck with lil tip ’cause that n-gg- gon’ bust sh-t
i’m runnin’ that masi and tippin’ that porsche
i told lil bro push that sh-t to the limit
f-ck a price tag ’cause a n-gg- gon’ spend it
trappin’ out of la, we don’t f-ck with no lenox
i can’ f-ck with you b-tches ’cause you penny pinching
escobar b-tch

[verse 2: sg tip]
if you lookin’ for me, it ain’t hard to find me
i’m trappin’ out them public houses
got a thousand bricks, i made that lame -ss n-gg- saran wrap ’em
it’s a h-llcat, i cannot drive no old -ss magnum
200 dash, i seen that roadblock and flew straight past ’em
if she bad i’ma f-ck her ’til she knock knees
sharpstick, i’ma shoot it ’til your soul bleed
i’m a workaholic, i’m a trapaholic
i’ma show you how to move these f-ckin’ p’s
two guns on me, like rambo
hundred round drum, a lot of ammo
i’m layin’ in your bushes
and i’m dressed in camo

- sg tip

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