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letra de who you touch pt. 2 - sha ek & bandmanrill

[intro: sha ek]
(ayy, jk, hold on)
(emrld)
who you touch? you ain’t do sh-t
when i walk, gotta walk with the grip
they tryna k!ll me, so i got the bl!ck
who we smokin’? n-gga, that’s a —-
who we smokin’? we smokin’ on —-
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, gang, gang, gang
f-ck it, now we gon’ smoke on —-
who we smokin’? we smokin’ on —-
ogz the f-ck up
f-ck it, now we be smokin’ on —-
don’t run

[chorus: sha ek]
who you touch? you ain’t do sh-t
every day, i’ma walk with my grip
they tryna k!ll me, gotta keep a bl!ck
who i’m smokin’? i’m smokin’ on —-
f-ck it, now we gon’ smoke on —-
when we upped it, had them runnin’, rick
sh-t crazy, i done seen real n-ggas switch
manrill my brother since i was a jit

[verse 1: sha ek & bandmanrill]
chico came home tryna f-ck on your b-tch
i’ma throw up the o even when i get rich
on gang, y’all n-ggas p-ssy
i can’t go out like naz, i can’t let n-ggas book me
chico came home tryna f-ck on your b-tch
i’ma throw up the o even when i get rich
on gang (ayy), y’all n-ggas p-ssy (look)
i can’t go out like naz, i can’t let n-ggas book me (hold on, look, wait)
[verse 2: bandmanrill]
can’t go, can’t let n-ggas pluck me
how that’s your b-tch and that b-tch wanna f-ck me?
on the ground, giving the yuckies
glad i made it, i’m knowin’ i’m lucky
wait, know that i keep me a gunny
he played, one to the tummy
my bro stupid, he go dummy
i’m not cupid, you can’t love me
wait, who he touch? he ain’t do sh-t
mabo, he got chops and clips
on bro, he tryna flip that whip
if they play, my bro gon’ up that score
she got her neck up, don’t wanna f-ck
get to the cheddar, keep you a gun
this big beretta make a n-gga run
all this money comin’ by the ton

[chorus: sha ek]
who you touch? you ain’t do sh-t
every day, i’ma walk with my grip
they tryna k!ll me, gotta keep a bl!ck
who i’m smokin’? i’m smokin’ on—
f-ck it, now we gon’ smoke on—
when we upped it, had them runnin’, rick
sh-t crazy, i done seen real n-ggas switch
manrill my brother since i was a jit
[verse 3: trippie redd]
with my brother, we smokin’ on sh-t
ride with that glock, takin’ that risk
smokin’ on— ah, got caught without bl!ck
can’t play with the gang, bro, get a grip
that n-gga the opps, put a knife in his ribs
send a kite to his crib, gang kick in the door
why your wife got my d-ck in her throat?
movie, i don’t need no remote
gang sh-t, you know how we rock
right now, i got a girl on my side
and you know that i’m reppin’ the five
and you know you gotta add a lil’ knot
and you know not to play with my name
catch you in traffic, kia
who you touch? you ain’t do sh-t
chopper on my side, i’ma use that b-tch
you and p-ssy just one and the same (same)
if i leave, i’ll go out with a bang
you know me, i’m just t, i’m just—
you know me, i’m just t with the flame

- sha ek bandmanrill

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