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letra de federal - solo vic

[intro]

yeah b-tch (hahahaha)
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, uh yuh
we’ll run up in ya spot (beep)
yeah b-tch nahh (beep)

[chorus]

i swiped a yacht, i’m up a band or two (woo)
go get accounts what you better do (you better)
keep me some fruits not no vegetables
run up on me you gon’ need some medical (rrrah)
try to keep up lil b-tch, we ahead of you (yeeww)
we hit for a hunnid don’t care if it’s federal (god d-mn)
clutchin’ reserves like a motherf-ckin’ federal
we smokin’ on pounds while you smokin’ on decimals

i swiped a yacht, i’m up a band or two (bands)
go get accounts what you better do (you better)
keep me some fruits not no vegetables (nope)
run up on me you gon’ need some medical (bop bop bop bop)
try to keep up lil b-tch, we ahead of you
we hit for a hunnid don’t care if it’s federal (we hit for a hunnid!)
clutchin’ reserves like a motherf-ckin’ federal (bah bah bah)
we smokin’ on pounds while you smokin’ on decimals

[verse]

i been feelin’ so deadlocked
locked up in my cell
straight v.o.p. sittin’ with no bail (v.o.p.!)
i been sending kites, steady writin’ mail
thinkin’ bout my baby goin’ through h-ll (god d-mn)
co-defendents but you know i never tell (nope)
time passin’ slow, movin’ like a snail
no one else to blame, so i’ll take the ‘l’
i’m back in blues with the same smell (what the f-ck)
i’m back in conte in the same jail
tryna go for gold but i always fail (god d-mn)
tellin’ real stories not no fairy tales
tired of eatin’ balogne rather go pale (f-ck this sh-t)
b-130 taught me how to prevail
told me stay focused, follow the right trail (they did)
i been had my brothers, i don’t need no rail
from miramar all the way to dale

got these triple beams, i’m talkin’ no scale
i been servin’ junkies with no scale
when you tried to serve you got no sk!ll (ha)
you thought you was trappin’ but you off a pill (woo)
n0body speakin’ for you, you ain’t tryna k!ll
so why you bought a glock if you ain’t tryna k!ll?
not in the league but still doing drills
know some n-ggas that’ll cut you for the thrill
they so cold blooded, they don’t even chill
we ain’t stoppin’ till we get a hunnid mil
f-ck what you say and f-ck how you feel
peel your top back like an orange peel
think sh-t sh-t a game, no key & peele
i’ll bust your brain, bring the highlight reel
yah, yah….n-gga bring the highlight reel!

[chorus]

that’s how it sounds when you get hit with the county man, ha
yeah, that’s that jet-li for your ass
that’s what you call a county sentence b-tch
free my n-gga a1 hoe
solo!

- solo vic

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