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letra de posted up - souq

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[intro]
huh, huh, on god, lil’ b-tch (lil’ b-tch)

[chorus]
uh, yuh, forgot how to do this sh-t (on god, slime)
ho– hop out the coupe and i shoot that stick
b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ movin’ bricks and stacks, (i’m movin’, huh)
f-ckin’ b-tches’, makin’ racks (huh, uh, uh-uh-uh)
pu– pull up on him, he won’t spin back, on god, lil’ b-tch, huh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
we– we caught that boy lackin’, now he gone just like a glitch, huh (huh, yuh, he lackin’)
dr- dripped out, all black rick, i’m finna f-ck yo’ f-ckin’ b-tch, huh (got that swag)
and i’m posted up, yuh, huh
my bro got a beam, he might shoot at ya

[verse]
huh, b-tch, huh, uppin’ a bl!ck, we gon’ run down (uh, what? what the f-ck?)
i– i got yo’ b-tch, and we havin’ some fun now (we havin’ fun)
b-tch, i was broke, but yuh, lil’ b-tch, i’m up now (too up)
gettin’ chips, lil’ b-tch, i’m stackin’ ’em (huh, huh)
to– told that b-tch “quit actin’ dumb”
glock-19 came wit’ a drum (wit’ a drum)
bo– boy, quit talkin’, you a bum
huh, he a bum, he got no f-ckin’ racks (nah)
hi– hit up neiman’s, b-tch, ’cause you know that i don’t f-ck wit’ saks (can’t f-ck wit’ that sh-t)
smoke that good gas, smokin’ thrax (on god)
ho– hop out that ‘cat, pull up on yo ass (buh, buh, buh)
got ba– got balenci’ on my f-ckin’ pants, and yuh, f-ckin’ mm, yeah
[bridge]
huh, b-tch, it’s lil souq, huh, yuh (oh, oh, d-mn, huh, yuh lil’ b-tch like d-mn)
b-tch, it’s lil souq, huh, yuh (huh, yuh, oh)
b-tch, it’s lil souq, huh, b-tch (yeah, lil’ b-tch, like d-mn, yeah lil’ b-tch, huh, oh-oh)
b-tch, it’s lil souq, huh, b-tch
b-tch, it’s lil souq, huh, lil’ b-tch
on god, b-tch, lil’ b-tch, lil’ b-tch (huh, oh, oh-oh)
on god, b-tch, it’s f-ckin’ souq
and i’m f-ckin’ posted up (on god)

[chorus]
uh, yuh, forgot how to do this sh-t (on god, slime)
ho– hop out the coupe and i shoot that stick
b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ movin’ bricks and stacks, (i’m movin’, huh)
f-ckin’ b-tches’, makin’ racks (huh, uh, uh-uh-uh)
pu– pull up on him, he won’t spin back, on god, lil’ b-tch, huh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
we– we caught that boy lackin’, now he gone just like a glitch, huh (huh, yuh, he lackin’)
dr- dripped out, all black rick, i’m finna f-ck yo’ f-ckin’ b-tch, huh (got that swag)
and i’m posted up, yuh, huh
my bro got a beam, he might shoot at ya

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