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letra de do the most - shoreline mafia

[intro]
(ron-ron, do that sh-t)

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
captain karo, came to jugg and finesse
pop checks, pop x, probably loading up a tec
you ain’t doin’ sh-t for the gang, why you hang out?
n-ggas wanna bang out, we gon’ bring that thang out, b-tch
you can’t suck or f-ck me
this a million-dollar d-ck, if i hit, she’s lucky
probably tellin’ all her friends, “he that n-gga from ‘musty'”
i’ma f-ck her in the bimmer, off a benzo, i’m bussin’
no discussion, we’re not tusslin’, if it’s beef, then we bussin’
i’m a real cutthroat, i sell some dope to my cousin
you a real dumb ho, suckin’ d-ck, left with nothing
got her jumpin’ on the d-ck and this the b-tch that you trusting
okay, lil’ b-tch, yeah, do that sh-t
oh, your man not home? you tryna do that d-ck
i’m that n-gga doin’ shows, making moves off a brick
i’m a young fly n-gga, watch me f-ck on your b-tch

[chorus: ohgeesy]
ayy, i’m with the bloods, i’m with the locs
i got a chop right under my coat
i’m from the coast where we do the most
go out to memphis, i f-ck with the folks
i’m with the bloods, i’m with the locs
i got a chop right under my coat
i’m from the coast where we do the most
go out to memphis, i f-ck with the folks

[verse 2: duke duece]
he a lame on the block, n-gga, who that there? (who that there?)
i’m a big dog gangster, n-gga, we don’t care (we don’t care)
if you ain’t a broke n-gga, throw your bands in the air (bands in the air)
if you bleed what i bleed, n-gga, b-tch, that’s rare (b-tch, that’s rare)
these are big folks, gds up in here (g’s)
and i ain’t scared of nan n-gga reppin’ over there (reppin’ over there)
gone off the xan, but i ain’t sleepin’ over here
a n-gga dissed my mans, he ain’t leavin’ up in here
lots of vvs diamonds on the v-neck (v-neck)
f-ck n-ggas hollerin’, “who?” but we next
had to tell the engineer to keep that (keep that)
over chopper? h-ll nah, i can’t leave that (brr)
go over there, b-tch, we don’t care (don’t care)
in the vip with my wrist in the air (wrist in the air)
every diamond on me is a glist’, don’t stare (don’t stare)
eliantte rollie, jubilee, it ain’t fair, yeah

[chorus: ohgeesy]
i’m with the bloods, i’m with the locs
i got a chop right under my coat
i’m from the coast where we do the most
go out to memphis, i f-ck with the folks
i’m with the bloods, i’m with the locs
i got a chop right under my coat (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m from the coast where we do the most (ayy, ayy, ayy)
go out to memphis, i f-ck with the folks (ayy, ayy)

[verse 3: ohgeesy]
go out to memphis and i f-ck with my folk n-ggas
i don’t got a gun, then your ass gettin’ poked, n-gga
choppa, machetes, show you that reggie
you can’t get your money back, n-gga, i’m petty
it get ugly like betty, pop like confetti
i’m with thugger thugger, n-gga just like jefferey
we ain’t goin’ steady, we just f-ckin’, is you ready?
i’ll turn your life up, let me know if you ready
your n-gga, he a b-tch, nah, he ain’t gon’ do nothin’
give me that soda, tryna screw somethin’
posted a pic on instagram with your new gun
but your lame ass still ain’t pull nothin’, ayy
(f-ck n-gga)
(n-ggas take pictures on the motherf-ckin’ ‘gram with they motherf-ckin’ gun)
(n-ggas ain’t gon’ do nothin’, they b-tch-made)

- shoreline mafia

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