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letra de nochorus - spiffycarter

verse 1 [cbe lilcj]
fasho ima give up the smoke if the b-tch wanna choke
i ain’t sending no threats lil’ n-gga
yeah yo lil b-tch on the floor and she working that throat
she gone give up the s-x lil’ n-gga
yeah i’m the hottest new youngin ion’ f-ck with these rappers
ain’t’ worried bout the next lil’ n-gga
cj gone spin on the block if he run he get popped
ima put him to rest lil n-gga

verse 2 [spiffycarter]
yeah
you hoes don’t want smoke with us
you ain’t with the sh-t y’all can’t trap with us
ain’t ducking no pressure i’m quick to buss
that hoe gotta go when i bust a nut
lil bro said he with it then step up
don’t do too much talking that k make him shut up
yo b-tch at my house and fasho ima f-ck some
they say they gang gang then fasho ima punch sum

verse 3 [cbe lilcj]
you n-ggas be p-ssy claiming we ain’t competition
ain’t worried but n-ggas rappers sending disses
get shot in yo face we gone leave yo sh-t missing
that glock gotta d-ck he get popped now he b-tching
i’m hot now i’m crazy my toolie be hissing
can’t stop me i’m feeling like end him he trippin
if he see the glock when i’m md then he dripping
you step or get stepped on my n-gga get with it
verse 4 [spiffycarter]
all that gangster talk really be cap (fasho)
find he was dissing now he scared to rap
can’t quit till i get him knock him off the map
kiddcj my bruddah we carrying packs
i’m one of the illest you can’t beat that
i f-ck with yo hoe cause her ass kinda fat
show me that you bold ima shoot yo sh-t back
2:27 ima step for my dad

verse 5 [cbe lilcj]
shear the rent with the glock cause it stay with me
if i walk down on a b-tch tryna play with me
keep the stick on my side like i play the wii
hit up his chest not his heart can’t even play a beat
that boy ain’t a smoker he inhaling baby sweets
but he choking like its a g
i hop on the track ima spank the beat
spit on that hoe like yo b-tch when she drinking me

verse 6 [spiffycarter]
i’m not catching feeling i cannot stay with ya
i’m not yo boyfriend so i can’t be yo mister
stay for one night and i bet i won’t kiss ya
not really my type so i f-ck on yo sister
f-ck on that hoe the i ditch her
eat me up right then i might miss ya
call up my bruddah these bullets gone hit ya
you lay with my top that’s when we come and get ya
verse 7 [cbe lilcj]
i ain’t no k!ller don’t push me
but i got the glock in my jeans (ha)
you speak on my pops we gone spin on yo block
with r kelly gone let that b-tch sing
she wanna f-ck on lil cj
i’m already knowing she f-cking the team
i hop in the booth while i’m k!lling this b-tch from the back
with my d-ck in her spleen (yeah)

verse 8 [spiffycarter]
i don’t give a f-ck how you feeling
don’t stay with no b-tch i ain’t chilling i’m dipping
my n-gga just wait till we run u a million
they f-ck with a n-gga until i start k!lling
four deep in this b-tch and you know that we drilling
stepping with the sauce on these n-ggas i’m dripping
i think you a witness kicking out ya vision
you won’t catch me slipping glock with ammunition (p-ssy)

- spiffycarter

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