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letra de intro - sob

[intro: slimmy b]
(if x on the beat you know that sh-t slap n-gga)

[verse 1: slimmy b]
slide on them suckas drop a hundred double back
if n-ggas want funk then it’s up, that’s that ayy
pull up in the benz with this yelling, “who is that?”
bounce out, all black, n-ggas yelling, “who is that?”
nosy ass b-tch stay up out my beeswax
push start the foreign don’t know where the keys at
i don’t need a b-tch, n-gga i need racks
aiming at a n-gga dome not no f-cking kneecaps
n-gga, i ain’t riding with a goofy
i’m riding wit’ a chop brodie riding with a uzi
big bank uchies on the dashboard, that part
knock a n-gga down tryna act hard, that part
nerd n-gga tripping off a b-tch, call him matt barnes
picking on the gang have them n-ggas in your backyard
real street n-gga i got love for the trap stars
hit her from the back then her ass gets slapped hard b-tch
these hoes only want me ’cause i’m rich
but i don’t give a sh-t ’cause all they ass get is d-ck
on god, my n-ggas move mean like the mer
it ain’t no playing wit’ my name ’cause n-ggas know that i’ma slide
finna do the crib all white like it’s belly
cookie smoke, everywhere i go i leave it smelly
can’t pull up to the house so i hit her in the telly
every n-gga that i’m with lunatics like i’m nelly
n-gga
[verse 2: daboii]
b-tch, sob that’s the gang
b-tch ass n-gga you can’t hang where i hang
yeah, oh you think it’s a game
he ain’t wanna use his head, send these shots to his brain
she a thick yellow bone she get beat out the frame
run into a opp take the heat out and bang
i’m stingy, take my lil’ weed out and face
put a molly in her water n-gga she’s out her place
i’ll slide down a n-gga block and tell him d-up
leave a mess on aisle 2, n-gga clean up
you gave that lil’ b-tch your heard, it ain’t mean none
i’m a big dog yousa poodle n-gga teacup
n-ggas talk crazy, slide down, let me see something
told baby girl, “hold me tight” bae i see stuff
we was taking off you the ones tryna keep up
i’ll shoot this b-tch happily, why the mean mug?
counting money all day i got green thumbs
n-gga you don’t know the meaning
b-tch, don’t tell me that you love me, you don’t mean it
paw made your hoodie in the hood with the demons
bro’ll shoot this b-tch from the corner he a reeza
n-ggas always crying on the gram they some divas
told my b-tch give me head ’cause i need it
then put that sh-t in my face i’ma eat it
sike, i was lying lol i ain’t eat sh-t
n-gga you ain’t slide for your brother, that’s some deep sh-t
when you see me with that double cup, b-tch i’m leaning
he ain’t in the streets, they too cold, he anemic
boy i’ll put a p-ssy ass n-gga in the cement
when i it ’em with the buck buck, he ain’t breathing
who the ones with the uh, n-gga we is
b-tch keep asking what i bang, sob b-tch
[outro: daboii]
yeah n-gga you n-ggas know what time it is n-gga
f-ck suckas n-gga the real strictly only brothers n-gga
sob sh-t b-tch, yeah, n-gga none of that on fraud, none of that faking n-gga
stupid ass n-gga, real straight laced situation n-gga i’m out this b-tch n-gga
yeah on the gang

- sob

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