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letra de vagabond - south strip

[chorus: shogee2k]
ayy, freeze (uh-uh)
p-ssy, put your hands up
please, i need money in the bag, run my bands, i need cheese
i can’t swerve a dollar for a scholar or a skeez
you ain’t pickin’ up my pockets, you know these a hunnid deep

[verse 1: shwinn]
it feel like [?], it’s a mayday when that chopper rip
c-ck my ak ’cause you create a scene in my rocket
b-tch, i’m off an oxy ‘script, they say, “them strip boys pop a lot of sh-t”
i’m poppin’ off some sick sh-t, b-tch, your bird coupe for a flock in it
freeze
get dropped off, p-ssy, put your hands up
they know who the boss is, that’s shwinny, tony danza
that boy a sheisty n-gga, make your grammy give them grams up
it’s plenty in the semi, you gon’ shimmy if you stand up
[verse 2: constant]
stone-cold vagabond, tag along, road to riches
i’ve been feelin’ like a god, i will always carry on
whole fam gettin’ bread, turned into aristocrats
too much liquor in my liver, any n-gga get smacked
any energy reciprocated, turn you to a pack
all my dogs sh-t out the pound, we went through h-ll and made it back
situation’s dire to a p-ssy, catch a heart attack
i remember me and shwinny strapped inside a pontiac
as-salamu alayk-m, meet your maker, what’s up?
i pop up on you like a genie in a bottle, [?]
these n-ggas cannot hold me back while i be runnin’ ’em up
same ones that try to k!ll us make us follow the law

[verse 3: coolboifresh]
(strip)
feel like jackie chan, i kicked the b-tch inside his face
number two, on point like pencil, get that boy erased
i don’t wan’ talk to her, i told that b-tch, “just give me face”
make sure that pistol tucked, ’cause lately, i been losin’ faith
this beat sound so sinister
but the beat finna play, i deliver it
get a n-gga kidnapped off the ritalin
no face, no case, no evidence
make a b-tch sit down like [?]
put it on my d-ck, make her levitate, levitate, uh
stones on my chest like a veteran
i got the [?], i might need a letterman, ayy
she wanna get wicked with the gang
she wanna get some money for some things
whole time, she an opp thot, though
i don’t got a gun, spin the opps’ block, bro
[chorus: shogee2k]
ayy, freeze (uh-uh)
p-ssy, put your hands up
please, i need money in the bag, run my bands, i need cheese
i can’t swerve a dollar for a scholar or a skeez
you ain’t pickin’ up my pockets, you know these a hunnid deep
p-ssy, put your hands up

- south strip

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