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letra de danny phantom - shabazz pbg

[hook: shabazz] [2x]
sipping codine, i pour up in the fanta
i’m in rodeo; hopping out of phantoms
so many drugs i see ghosts like i’m danny
trap n-gg-, make your b-tch drop her panties
im on largo road with lil d and manni
so many hits, my trap line started jammin’
so many hits, my trap line started jammin’

[verse 1: shabazz]
walk him down; double glicks in-case one jam up
pakk boy; band up gang in the mansion
bro off two xanax and he spazzin’
i’m off percocets, my diamonds is dancin’
glock 30, and that b-tch is a cannon
shooters creepin’ in your chimney [?]
pulled out a choppa now that boy a tranny
put your b-tch on a boot she drop her panties
slide in a coupe, and the dash digital
go to the club just to f-ck up the picture booth
bro got the gas and he got chickens too
keep the windows up, bro aim out the sun roof
if you rapping like me, i just might son you
your b-tch say you broke, i just might go fund you
trap open 24 like ihop
christian louboutin, i might play hopscotch
when i say “shabazz n-gg-” your b-tch heart stop
that b-tch got torch; i call her hot box
i want a porsche; i don’t like mazda
b-tch italian; slurp it up like it’s pasta
i’m with rude boy, you know he a rasta
i’m with the gang, all my n-gg-s is monsters’
gankin’ for guwap, you know that we mobbin’
these n-gg-s snakes so the glock in my boxers

[verse 2: shabazz]
got a b-tch at bowie state like i’m fetty wap
plug gave me 10 for 17; i f-ck with wap
brother locked up, he ten toes down i f-ck with [?]
n-gg-s still sipping foo -ss wockhardt
when the glizzy rock, it sound like pop rocks
at my cougar house; she still wear drop socks
in a jaguar, that b-tch got a hot spot
she got a condo turn it to my trap spot
keep it on me, lil b-tch you know i trap alot
free q da fool; mr. f-kk it up, get it back
free lil mar, he had 9’s in his backpack
i remember selling dimes in a nap-sack
ooo, switch the flow up they can’t stand it
black and white panamera, like a panda
bro in the trap with whitney and amanda
pour up a 4 in a pineapple fanta
double g holster; my glock ain’t got standards
f-ck up a check when i got to atlanta
bro off the xanny’, you know he can’t stand up
go to vegas, cause’ i’m running my bands up
send more than a thousand grams out in frostburg
pull up on a n-gg- block with the mossberg
i’m in the club with my glock
and that b-tch came with 22 shots

- shabazz pbg

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