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letra de larry bird - sob odee

[intro:]
that’s [?]
boom!
grrrah, grrrah-grrrah-grrrah
y’all already know how the f-ck i’m comin’, man
i stand on business, sob sh-t
ayy, look
boom, look

[chorus:]
n-ggas, they be cap, i’m one of them
i’m not tryna talk, ’cause n-ggas cops
switch the see-through mag from out my glizzy when i spinned the block
i tried to say, “f-ck beefin’ wit’ them boys,” until they sent a shot

[verse:]
if you on them hits or in them fl!cks, don’t get yo’ n-ggas popped
i’m gon’ talk my sh-t until i’m dead or six feet in a box
draco make him diddy bop, got tracer sh-lls
told that b-tch that if she don’t eat d-ck then i can’t pay for nails
392, this b-tch too fast, i scratch off and then make a trail
you don’t blow yo’ pipe, then i’m gon’ take that b-tch to make a sale
it shoot fast when i burst
still gon’ blow that b-tch, don’t give no f-cks, if i get blew at first
don’t respect no man who wanna’ slide when he get off a perc
i be there so i know my demons hurt
i could get yo’ lo’ from any b-tch, don’t even need to lurk
crashin’ out the wave, these n-ggas broke, somebody need to work
god knew i was hustlin’, used to trap after i leave the church
chase them n-ggas down, i know they shook, they tried to see me dirty
plus one on this glock, so when i shoot, this ain’t no standard 30
playin’ ball, pass that b-tch to me ’cause i’m gon’ larry bird it
i’m the one they call to get sh-t done, my name, i know you heard it
rush it up from mxd to 99, finessed the 30
i just sit back and hold my tongue, a lotta’ sh-t be cap
chased a bag off music, never worked a job ’cause i could rap
two glocks and a [?], boy, don’t ask, ’cause [?] keep a strap
asked what happened to the last, this b-tch done made him take a nap
mask down, my gloves on, i’m movin’ slow
melly, he like, “hit that street again i seen them hit before”
[?], he wants to move around, but we still tryna’ tag his toe
[?] taught to k!ll, but when it’s time, you know we trained to sco’
fully tapped his head and shook his dreads like he heard s-xyy red
n-ggas, they ain’t do sh-t to n0body, must be goin’ [?]
sob, we come prepared, that ball, they know we love to play it
boy, just tap that switch, ’cause you gon’ miss sumn’ if you try to spray it
she gon’ eat this d-ck up when i tell her to like simon says
n-gga, ayy, i said, ayy
she gon’ eat this d-ck up when i tell her to like simon says
sco’, sco’, ayy, look, ayy
[chorus:]
n-ggas, they be cap, i’m one of them
i’m not tryna talk, ’cause n-ggas cops
switch the see-through mag from out my glizzy when i spinned the block
i tried to say, “f-ck beefin’ wit’ them boys,” until they sent a shot

[outro:]
grrrah, grrrah-grrrah-grrrah
on bro, you feel me though?
on bro

- sob odee

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