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letra de tracksuit pt. 2 - souq

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

[chorus]
i got a hunnid up on me, i’m f-ckin’ it, stackin’ it, (huh)
money, be liftin’ it up (on god)
u- up in my tracksuit, i got them drugs (them drugs)
extended mag on me, it finna bust (it bussin’)
boy, you a mof-ckin’ hoe (huh)
the- they be d-ck ridin’, i be in my glow (on god)
i make a hunnid, and i just be flippin’ it (huh)
pack in the mail, lil’ b-tch, i just be shippin’ it (b-tch)
uh, boy, huh, yuh, what the f-ck is that? (what the f-ck?)
spin his f-ckin’ block, but that boy ain’t spinnin’ back (nah)
choppas in my jeans, b-tch, i’m never finna lack (on god)

[verse]
we pull up on him, that boy run like track (yuh)
ya- ya’ll in the comments, y’all be on my sack (on god)
wha- what’s in my double cup? sippin’ straight act’ (straight up)
huh, sippin’ it, sippin’ it (yuh)
i got a glock, and i’m grippin’ it (lil’ b-tch)
i- i’m from the trenches, you won’t catch me slippin’, man (nah)
talkin’ that sh-t lil’ boy, i could not give a d-mn (b-tch)
hu- hunnids on me, i be straight f-ckin’ stackin ’em (huh)
we catch an opp, lil’ boy, we gon’ be whackin’ ’em (for real)
ri- rick all up on me, that sh-t just bе waxed denim (huh)
that boy want a feat, sh-t, i’m ‘nna tax, fanum (i’m taxin’)
hе want a feat, i’m straight taxin’ (b-tch)
hop in a trackhawk, ain’t ride no taxi (nah)
rick owens on me, sh-t, boy, i’m so fancy (yuh)
i- i went from washin’ the dishes to makin’ the money, and f-ckin’ the b-tches (on god)
i got the blue hunnids, but i ain’t crippin’ (nah)
a- all of the chrome, sh-t, it got me drippin’ (for real)
run up on an opp, and then we catch ’em slippin’ (yuh)
huh, lil’ b-tch, yuh (yuh)
[bridge]
makin’ them bands, boy, on god i be stackin’ (yuh)
straight heat on me, boy, i’m pistol packin’ (packin’)
glocks in my tracksuit, boy, i ain’t lackin’
we catch a opp, we gon’ whack ’em (on god, b-tch)

[chorus]
i got a hunnid up on me, i’m f-ckin’ it, stackin’ it, (huh)
money, be liftin’ it up (on god)
u- up in my tracksuit, i got them drugs (them drugs)
extended mag on me, it finna bust (it bussin’)
boy, you a mof-ckin’ hoe (huh)
the- they be d-ck ridin’, i be in my glow (on god)
i make a hunnid, and i just be flippin’ it (huh)
pack in the mail, lil’ b-tch, i just be shippin’ it (b-tch)
uh, boy, huh, yuh, what the f-ck is that? (what the f-ck?)
spin his f-ckin’ block, but that boy ain’t spinnin’ back (nah)
choppas in my jeans, b-tch, i’m never finna lack (on god)

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