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letra de no hooks - solo vic

[intro]

hahaha
ha
yuh, solo!

[verse]

n-gga we the shooters
with the rugers
we some looters
give ’em work you’d think i’m a tutor
savage k!llers
grave diggers
mac-11’s, i ain’t talkin’ bout no computers
b-tches brazy
n-ggas brazy
think you tough then we gon bust your medula
grab me a piece and i go to the jeweler
my money so long i’ma need me a ruler
bought me a stick and it came with the drum
n-ggas be rappin’ but this ain’t for fun
i wanted my money i needed my funds
schoolin’ you n-ggas, y’all n-ggas my sons
tracy mcgrady b-tch i’m number one
hit the strip club and start throwing them ones
i’m eatin’ this bread while you scoopin’ up crums
i’m livin’ so rich while y’all living like bums
b-tch i hang with gang bangers
gorillas in jungles you know that they can’t tame us
i just been makin this money
ain’t worried bout n-ggas cuz them n-ggas don’t phase us
grew up in poor places
some make it out and some fightin’ court cases
pullin them car chases
i can’t let ’em stop me i know that them crackers is all racist
i just be ballin’ like spaldin’
livin’ my life its so flawless
hold up the money keep callin’
all i been thinkin’ is runnin’ up checks
i know you see the vvs on my neck
i don’t play ball but i got me a tec
n-ggas gon’ sing when that gun to they neck
i caught a flagrant give a f-ck bout the ref
i’m feelin’ like 50 don’t need me a vest

[interlude]

hahaha
you already know what the f-ck goin’ on man
it’s double s sh-t lil b-tch
aye! (oh you thought it was over?)
ha

[verse – continued]

i’m in bag no publix
i’m superbad, mclovin
swipe for mcdonalds i’m grubbin
tryna turn nothin’ to somethin’
got me a bag then i’m stuntin’
city on jacks have it jumpin’
pull up on me then i’m dumpin’
hole in your chest call you duncan
carvin’ you up like a pumpkin
21 on me no duncan
ain’t no reeboks but i’m [?]
smokin’ on dope they keep coming from canada
i had no money that sh-t wasn’t addin’ up
now that we on them n-ggas is mad at us
now that we flexin’ in front of the cameras
planning a trip gotta check on my calendar
you smokin’ on mids while i’m smokin on lavender
ridin’ with nina that b-tch in my passenger
nina so round i could never be mad at her
i been rappin’, i been stainin’ n-ggas
hit a n-gga with some counties
i’ve been flexin’ and finessin’
lil b-tch i’m from broward county
you either scammin’, trappin’, hittin’ l!cks but we ain’t get hit with the county
you a stupid lil n-gga, ain’t hard to tell how you got a body
all my n-ggas hungry so you know we want the whole plate
my n-gga in jail while these n-ggas out here rattin’ i told him it’s gon’ be okay
cuz when he get out and he touch back in the streets gon’ set some n-ggas straight
2019, its a new year its a new me
i’ma show ’em i ain’t even gon’ play

- solo vic

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