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letra de gta (grand theft auto) - soldier kidd

[intro]
ayy, yeah, soldier kidd, i’m the glory jit
triple-x, triple-x
all you jits on that, y’all take it outside
take it outside b-tch

[chorus]
you gon’ make me lose my brain (i’ma lose that sh-t)
i just hopped out ready to bang (call me ludacris)
i’ma make that n-gga change (i’ma shoot that b-tch)
boy i swear my life is gta (it’s a movie clip)
i just caught another gta (in a stolo whip)
i’ma wet him up with the k (ain’t comin’ b-tch)
d-mn that coochie wetter than a lake (all up in that cl-t)
i won’t do no rappin’ on your grave (ain’t rappin’ with them jits)
boy i go to snappin’ ándale (boy i’m snappin’ quick)
i’m a zoe boy out of delray (we eat all the jits)
you make no noise, we don’t know your game (we don’t know them jits)
ready to bang out like it’s gta

[verse 1]
i just pulled another robbery
i just jumped so you know your boy right back on his feet
soldier kidd post a pic, now she right back home with me
heard that n-gga talkin’ sh-t so i can’t wait ’til we meet
all my n-ggas stolen whips and we slidin’ ten deep
and you know i’m out the county tryna find somewhere to creep
i just pulled up to my school with my bag full of trees
tell ’em that i got that tool if that n-gga wanna breathe
thug life, crunch time, tote five, bust fire
if you really want me then come and try
i bet lil whoadie won’t make it out
i put this three-eighty in your mouth, ’cause

[verse 2]
f-ck that sh-t, we gon’ have to run troll
i ain’t gettin’ bands and yet my n-ggas still in the hole
if i need a lil bread i’ll still hit your home
i’m on twelve-double-oh, but i’m from the twentieth coat
claimin’ you was on a l!ck, you ain’t never hit them folks
you ain’t never sold a chip, why you cappin’ for these hoes?
all the golds in the whip, send it up, i’ma fold
i ain’t f-ckin’ with your side, me and them don’t get along
if that n-gga from my side then i’m slidin’ right or wrong
yeah i hear them criticize but they got no pesos
you ain’t thinkin’ ’bout your dimes, what the f-ck you thinkin’ for?
yeah i know i did the crime but i’m not a criminal

- soldier kidd

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