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letra de hoe test - stanwill, mari peso & ranvo

[intro]
(boy, it’s [?] angels beats)
(d-mn, frosky, you f-ckin’ ’em up)
(wait, [?] made this?)

[verse 1: stanwill]
got her tryna leave her n-gga, she know he can’t sh-t like me
lab pendants off the frosty cartis, b-tch, the kit icy
f-ck her, got the switchie on the back, you know the bl!ck spicy
i be d-gg-n’ hoes, i ain’t speakin’ to no b-tch nicely
militia-type time, we up dog sh-t
if we see a sack around, you know we gon’ all blitz
i ain’t say a thing, hoes hoppin’ on my b-lls quick
glock with the switch, lightbulb, get your dog lit
rockin’ sh-t that you don’t see in store
i could throw the lob up, i know my dogs, they’ll score
we got rich n-gga vibes, all my opps lookin’ poor
b-tch, i’m jumpin’ off the roof, i see the cops at the door

[verse 2]
my chop be tryna blow anybody likе a wh0re
i’m about to go delievеr this baby like a stork
you tryna ride my wave, go get a boat and an oar
man, these n-ggas don’t step how i step, i’m gettin’ coins
i get the pack and make it disappear, hocus pocus
you in the trap, come to the white house ’cause i’m the [?]
i’m with some n-ggas throwin’ up gang signs, we gotta protest
first thing i asked her “can i f-ck?”, that’s my ho test
now she gave me bird brain, i’m finna get you your own nest
bro hold the fn with two hands, you know i know best
these bullets’ll turn your kevlar into a foam vest
i’ma just f-ckin’ kick her out, you let the hoes vent
you a shoulder to cry on
i’m petty, i don’t let bygones be bygones
i’m finna set him up for a shootin’ like a tripod
and i just hit another stain, i need a tide pod

- stanwill mari peso ranvo

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