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letra de 762 - ​shehatesjj

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[chorus: shehatesjj]
.762, hit it right through your ligiments
i’m chillin’, mane
sendin’ out my n-ggas to go k!ll again (pooh)
no, i cannot leave no f-cking witnesses (ah, no-no-no)
i’m worried ’bout guap, i gotta get my f-cking dividends (woah!)
sippin’ on that [?], this ain’t no juice (ain’t no juice, no)
n-gga can’t even call no f-cking truce (don’t call no truce, b-tch!)
slidin’ with that [?], boy, got a tool (yeah, come here)
and these bullets like a flower finna bloom (hahahaha)

[post-chorus: shehatesjj]
and that choppa make that n-gga lean to it
smokin’ on yo pack, lil’ b-tch, i might be, i don’t bluff
and my lungs ain’t finna fill, keep on smokin’ on yo gang
oh, he keep that steel? know i don’t doubt them bullets hit yo head

[verse 1: shehatesjj]
feelin’ like [?]
i got balenci-balenci’
i got this choppa that [?]
don’t want no smoke, this sh-t get [?] (prra!)
come on the east side, n-ggas, they can’t
for me, i got a choppa, it came with a beam
still with the money, that salary
might take a trip down to la, bih’
feel like yeat, i pull up in a tonka truck
b-tches on my line, they say they wanna f-ck
uh, they wanna f-ck with the guys
run it back, keep me that knife
i got that ho by my side
[verse 2: cheromani+]
keep my man up on my side, lil’ n-gga
yeah, i did this sh-t, i ran that sh-t
n-ggas talking down, we hit a l!ck
and, man, i f-cked that b-tch
f-ck, n-gga, yeah, i’m the sh-t
n-gga, i pictured it, i did that sh-t
if you pass the ball i ain’t gon’ miss that sh-t
i did that sh-t

[bridge: shehatesjj]
like, b-tch, i got a bag
and it came straight from the waist
b-tch, i got her bra
put my kids up on her chest
ballin’, bro, so bad she might eat me up for breakfast
b-tch, this is romani, f-ck ass n-gga, who gon’ challenge me?

[chorus: shehatesjj]
.762, hit it right through your ligiments
i’m chillin’, mane
sendin’ out my n-ggas to go k!ll again (pooh)
no, i cannot leave no f-cking witnesses (ah, no-no-no)
i’m worried ’bout guap, i gotta get my f-cking dividends (woah!)
sippin’ on that [?], this ain’t no juice (ain’t no juice, no)
n-gga can’t even call no f-cking truce (don’t call no truce, b-tch!)
slidin’ with that [?], boy, got a tool (yeah, come here)
and these bullets like a flower finna bloom (hahahaha)
[post-chorus: shehatesjj]
and that choppa make that n-gga lean to it
smokin’ on yo pack, lil’ b-tch, i might be, i don’t bluff
and my lungs ain’t finna fill, keep on smokin’ on yo gang
oh, he keep that steel? know i don’t doubt them bullets hit yo head

- shehatesjj

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