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letra de james harden - ssg splurge

yuh yuh, aye
polo, polo
peezy, easy
(let’s go pablo)
lets do it
lets go
(d-mn fiji, okay)

(intro)
yeah
and the choppa got good range
finna’ name the b-tch; rover
told the hoe to throw it in the over
then she ate the d-ck like lotus
had to k!ll the f-ck n-gga money was the motive
every charger got a h-llcat; in the motor
drop a sh-ll like sh-ll shack, when we on em
and i heard yo big homie got shot on his corner

(verse 1)
they was standin’ real far, so we had to hit thе closest
n-gga ran thru 200 bands and ain’t notice
we’ll comе to yo spot with a 30, they’ll notice
can’t find em cause there’s bricks on his feet in the ocean
we’ll clean up his spot like a task force
you want smoke you gone get what you ask for
ain’t on sh-t, why you carry that mask for?
in the trap doin’ sh-t, you a bag boy
and ain’t trippin’ of the case cuz im beatin’ dat b-tch
and the pot almost died, bro was beatin’ dat b-tch
bet’ not throw a gang sign when we in dis b-tch
wanna know what i’m on? you gone see in dis b-tch
i can easy drop a bag, getchu quick; hit
i just f-cked a bad hoe with a slit wrist
all the lawer’s get the case dismissed
you n-ggas be smokin’ on brown; chris

(verse 2)
walked in, got goop on my neck
i done put 32 in my clip
draco got a cooling kit on it
oh you dancin’? we make n-ggas dip
i make dogs fight, shout out to vic
we’ll long live yo whole d-mn clique
i’on buy grams, smoke thru the zip
i tell yo hoes to put d-ck on they lips

we’ll pop you, make you go on a trip
think he on that? boy you a trip
we just snuck 10 poles in the vip
n-gga play then his ass get clipped
pull up with clippers, old blake griffin
choppa gone hit cause it hate missin
wit ar, n-ggas make em hate dissin
i ain’t servin’ no hoe so my cape missin’
ooh
(bridge)
it’s so many opp’s in the lake right now, yea
i was just broke, i ran up that bag so a n-gga straight right now yea
i see a hoe, i promise to god the b-tch gone faint right now
you can diss if you want, i’on give a f-ck, we’ll put yo face in the ground

(verse 3)
somewhere eating steak’s right now
in a house that look like a d-mn playground
2017, sticks in the greyhound
if i didn’t get up, make em lay down
2 liter but the cup got 8 ounce
if he talkin then we get em gone asap
i ain’t broke no more, whatchu say now?
know i’m hangin’ with soldiers like arab
i’m the pressure, he threw up like 8 mile

you ain’t shootin’ sh-t boy put that k down
i’ll tap out of dope, i got everything dry
i’ll fire up a blunt and get everybody high
he had to hop on a plane to see his man in the sky
i don’t want 50 seal, he got his hands in his pocket
i’ll catch me an opp, beat his eye out the socket
he don’t dance but that glock make em pop, lock & drop it
yeah, neimen marcus, i don’t shop at hot topic
i just met harden and he gave me a rocket
(yeah james harden gave me a rocket
32 bullets
yea, that 32 clip ain’t it b-tch
he told me he want me to shoot all day
f-ck it
ha)

- ssg splurge

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