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letra de when u see me - sob x rbe

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
you know you only call me when you need something
sliding down blocks tryna squeeze something
you know you want a n-gga like me baby
but i been too busy, ot baby
this glock will make a p-ssy n-gga back up
and a n-gga get dropped tryna act up
had to double back ’cause you need me
but b-tch you know i’m thugging when you see me

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
and these diamonds on my neck shine bright ayy
she just wanna f-ck all night ayy
i know you only want it ’cause it’s hype ayy
but a broke b-tch ain’t never been my type ayy
still riding through the city, still totting semi still
wanna slide with this fifty still, palms itchy still
tryna catch another body, tryna really really drill
if it’s really, really real
let me really, really feel
it’s the one, you probably made your whole style after
just bet the sucka block i’m tryna bust down after ayy
i’m just tryna hit it with these chains on ayy
how that n-gga still ain’t tripping and his mask on ayy

[verse 2: daboii]
rip shied, wish you was here so we could celebrate
big -ss glock, i bet i squeeze it ’til the metal break
p-ssy n-gga you ain’t gon’ do sh-t, ’cause i said you ain’t
talking about she ain’t waiting for a n-gga, b-tch i bet you wait
tired of n-ggas lying in they raps, that sh-t bogus n-gga
i can do my dirt all on my lonesome, need no co-defendant
if i put a bag up on your head, lil’ bro will get it
you will never catch me at no club b-tch if the pole not in it
the game will never be the same, they allow snitching
since n-ggas hiding in the crowd, leave your crowd missing
aww sh-t i let blood on my raf simons
have everyone in your family suited up, yeah b-tch ’bout business
i see n-ggas acting up, throw the cameras on her
in this chimney with the chop will turn to santa on her
brodie talking ’bout his rent too high, he might just scam the owner
n-ggas talking ’bout they ran the v, b-tch you ain’t ran a corner b-tch

[verse 3: slimmy b]
every time you need a n-gga baby call
got bands in these jeans
can’t f-ck with me in your dreams
i’m a boss and rolling with some dogs that’s gon’ shake some’
better tuck that chain, ’cause my n-ggas they might take something
wake and bake something, if it ain’t runtz then it’s cookies
stick up on the glock, i see an opp and i’m gon’ cook ’em
never in these streets or on that block they playing hooky
claiming they want funk, but n-ggas don’t them n-ggas p-ssy
if it ain’t a foreign, i ain’t in it
throw the bape on with the chanel and get to drippin’
i don’t want your love, just want the p-ss, let me hit it
young n-gga coming out the crest and i’m the richest
naw, i can’t love you hoes i’m too famous
it’s a glock on everybody i done came with
it’s hard to trust when n-ggas on that fake sh-t
if i hit my brother hitting too, b-tch it’s gang sh-t n-gga

- sob x rbe

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