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letra de on a tee (extended version) - spotemgottem & icewear vezzo

[intro: spotemgottem]
(thanks, yakree)
f-ck n-gga, back the f-ck up
(t this b-tch up, tone)

[chorus: spotemgottem]
slide through the bity, n0body out, tryna put a b-tch on a tee (ayy)
face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets (go)
big-ass bullets take down suburbans and they’ll flip a jeep
no more hot cars, i got it rented for the whole week (whole week)
[verse 1: spotemgottem]
what’s that in the air? smell like bap, that sh-t there cheap as h-ll
can’t wait to catch that rappin’-ass n-gga, i’m tryna send my shooter there
go, dead— yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
dead n-gga
when i tweak out, yeah, his head bigger
tryna score for two, but they hit for four, f-ck one of them main n-ggas
or i just call lil’ moe, put some chains on your brain, n-gga
two n-ggas, they got shh by a ruger by the same n-gga
okay, i’m on that car right there, we switchin’ lanes, get him
this a leaky blunt, i don’t think big meechie can fit in there
i’m the party starter, get the party started, i’m like, “yeah”

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
hmm, yeah, b-tch, i get to tweakin’ out
pop a bean, caught them boys lackin’ when they was eatin’ out
fifty bands stuffed in my ‘miris, we brought them demons out
send your p-ssy ass to the sky so he can see the clouds
ayy, b-tch, i ain’t got no sense
little switchy on that fn look like a phone chip
do the opps like back in the day, them n-ggas ’06
why you think we shoot hundred rounds? because we don’t miss
black dior shades on my eyes because i lean a lot
need to quit that syrup right now, it make me pee a lot
f-ck around and rob my plug— mm
i mean, i’ll rob my plug for like half ’cause i ain’t need a lot
we don’t measure drank when we sippin’, yeah, we just pour the numbers (pour it)
got a dog house in atlanta, do robert horry numbers
finna cut new cullinan on forgis, yeah, that’s before the summer (forgis)
turn that chopper up like a hemi, i’m tryna motor something
hmm, ooh, these n-ggas real rappers
i make music and i drop sh-t, guess i’m a drill rapper
shoot that glizzy, then clean it off, i got some real manners
couple million sittin’ in the safe, look like a steel cabinet
[verse 3: spottemgottem]
hold on, gl!ck in my palm, get to shootin’ this b-tch (shootin’ this b-tch)
palm angels all on my ass, louis on my kicks (all on my ass)
baby, i’m the don (i’m the don)
we like murder sh-t and you know i’m the one (you know i’m the f-ckin’ one)
aim my switch at you, bet i chi-chi
dead opp, i just got dead n-ggas in my lungs (dead n-ggas in my pack)
throw your set up, n-gga, where you from? (f-ck you bang?)
get your get back, n-gga, where your gun? (get your f-ckin’ get back)
my trigger finger itchin’, this b-tch done got numb (sh-t numb as numb)
hit his head, his top, chest, hit his lungs (hit his b-tch ass)
paralyze this p-ssy, faceshot the n-gga, he done
now his mama crying ’bout her f-ckin’ his son (’bout that b-tch-ass n-gga, ayy)

[chorus: spottemgottem]
slide through the bity, n0body out, tryna put a b-tch on a tee
face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets
big-ass bullets take down suburbans and they’ll flip a jeep
no more hot cars, i got it rented for the whole week
slide through the bity, n0body out, tryna put a b-tch on a tee
face shot, gang in my city wanna terrorize the streets
big-ass bullets take down suburbans and they’ll flip a jeep
no more hot cars, i got it rented for the whole week (for the whole week)

- spotemgottem icewear vezzo

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