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letra de lose it - smac

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aye, yo, smac
mo-f-ckas always wanna talk some sh-t right
well, let’s give these mo-fucakas the buisness man

it get heavy on the re-up, cause you know we moving thru it
i ain’t wanna f-ck her friend, but the liquor made me do it
you don’t wanna try the kid, i got hits don’t make me prove it
all these b-tches try my patients, swear i’m really bout to lose it (agh)

man
i swear i’m bout to lose it man
i swear i’m bout to lose it man
i’m really bout to lose it, and
you don’t wanna see me lose it man

plug on the phone, told me that he on the way
say he got some biscotti, from scotty in la
i’m on liquor, smoking green, and i do this eryday
i just stuck to the script, wrote some sh-t, and i got paid

ya 808s bumping, but yo sh-t don’t sound the same
i’m leaving track, stains, mane, the way that i run the game
i’m a get my money right, then pass it back to the gang
don’t try to be a hero, that hammer drops then it bangs (bang)

b-tch, i run the game, beh-beh-b-tch i run the game
b-tch, i run the game, beh-beh-b-tch i run the game
b-tch, i run the game, beh-beh-b-tch i run the game
b-tch, i run the game
beh-beh-beh-beh-beh-beh-beh-beh

b-tch i run the game, ran up in the hall of fame
ripped the greats off the wall, then spray painted my name
i don’t need yo f-cking medals, f-ck the trophy and the fame
i just make the turn-up sh-t, cause i like to hear it bang

it get heavy on the re-up, cause you know we moving thru it
i ain’t wanna f-ck her friend, but the liquor made me do it
you don’t wanna try the kid, i got hits don’t make me prove it
all these b-tches try my patients, swear i’m really bout to lose it (agh)

man
i swear i’m bout to lose it man
i swear i’m bout to lose it man
i’m really bout to lose it, and
you don’t wanna see me lose it man

f-ck up a check, then they respect
what you expect, when they know you next
gimmie da bag, she give me da neck
they think i’m zuc, cause i got a tech

stay wit the green, i stay wit the white
he like the work, n’ she like the pipe
he gotta mouth, n’ she gotta bite
and i got a whip, n’ he got a bike

i’m on sum sh-t, i’m hittin des l!cks
i’m taking these shots, and making these hits
taking these bricks, and makin em flip
f-cking ya b-tch, when i’m at the ritz

i’m at the table, i’m stacking my chips
talking to labels, like a mackin a b-tch
i got the code, and i’m hacking the sh-t
she hit the blunt, n’ she hacking n sh-t

she need some water, you need a spotter
you think you hard, but my sh-t is harder
you b-tch on her knees, she callin me father
you calling her phone, but don’t even bother

d-gg-n these hoes, put me in a collar
you blow up her phone i don’t even call her
you chasing these hoes i’m chasing these dollars
you flex for the gram but why even bother

flexin but you ain’t got it
that’s a rental man you ain’t bought it
you talking work but you ain’t cop it
you talk a lot and you need to stop it
(stop it)

plug on the phone
plug on the phone
plug on the phone
aye, yuh
i’m the f-cking plug hoe

- smac

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