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letra de john gotti (remix) - struggle mike, black soprano family & smoke bulga

[intro: benny the butcher]
uh, yeah, yeah
you know what this is, n-gga
i’m the one y’all n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with
brr, brr, brr, brr
uh-huh
let’s do it, yo, look

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
ain’t n0body give me sh-t, n-gga, i just know the g code
with my homies on [?], out in cali’, smokin’ [?]
i seen my life flash, it’s all badness through the peephole
i do the kardash’, the car fast, it don’t got no keyhole (skrrt)
juice from [?], versace glasses, like the migos
i done ran into more hammers than home depot (n-gga)
i done took trips to the south, the cold kilo’s (facts)
it ain’t enough room in this house for both ego’s
n-ggas don’t remember your face, they know me though (they know the butcher)
i’ll get you touched for nothin’, we know people (p-ssy)
i’ma move bricks on a boat to coke legal
i’ma flood my strip with hope and dope needles (ah)
this mac take the hair off your scalp, with no chemo (ah)
i’m from that era, where the rich n-ggas drove [?]
i’m rootin’ for the birds, like i’m from philly, go eagles
and how you gon’ convince these b-tches with no c-notes (uh, yeah, the butcher, n-gga)
[chorus: benny the butcher]
real street n-ggas get they cake right (get they cake right)
you know i’m plugged in, so i ain’t payin’ they price (uh-huh)
i came through the glass, like safe life (like safe life)
and all them hoes saw was maserati break lights (skrrt), let’s go
all the bad b-tches f-ck with dope artists (uh-huh)
all the bad b-tches f-ck with dope artists (yeah)
all the bad b-tches f-ck with dope artists (f-ck with dope artists)

[verse 2: heem b$f]
i know n-ggas who move keys, drop whips from overseas (word)
plug out in cali’, that’s floodin’ ’em with them peas (yeah)
you know the og’s, get money, stay low-key
my oldhead only charged me a stack for an oz (for real)
what, you know me? i get it gone for a short fee (yeah)
ain’t no talkin’ on the phone, they tryna record me (look)
won’t extort me, i get ’em gone for a short fee
if he cross me, one to the dome, he get six feet
catch me lurkin’ out in traffic (lurkin’), ridin’ with them k!llers (yeah)
if you talkin’ what you heard, i really hang around them n-ggas (i do)
only thirty for a bird, i know what the real deal is
anybody say a word, they gon’ have somebody k!ll you (huh?)
if you really from the streets, better practice what you preach (yeah)
these rules to the game, keep a gun in arm’s reach (do that)
i’m tryna let ’em know, but i ain’t wanna tell ’em
i hang around some n-ggas, and they all convicted felons
[chorus: benny the butcher]
real street n-ggas get they cake right (get they cake right)
you know i’m plugged in, so i ain’t payin’ they price (uh-huh)
i came through the glass, like safe life (like safe life)
and all them hoes saw was maserati break lights (skrrt), let’s go
all the bad b-tches f-ck with dope artists (uh-huh)
all the bad b-tches f-ck with dope artists (yeah)
all the bad b-tches f-ck with dope artists (f-ck with dope artists)

[verse 3: smoke bulga]
all the bad b-tches call me soft wet means (yessir)
blue diamonds, crip walkin’ on me, like o.t. (huh?)
trappin’, o.t., so many calls from the police
bought the kicks, had to pay off the treesh, f-ck the police
ruth’s chris with my b-tch, lobster mac with the lamb chops in ’em
yams heavy and the lamb’, act a new chop (grr)
pyrex whippin’ the glass full of peru
put a new coupe n-gga off the glass like an alley-oop
whole mami’s in summer twenty-twenty
i told her the maserati, hothead, get you a cold body
diamonds on my wrist, drippin’, all fiji, n-gga
good coke move itself, like a ouija, n-gga
we break bricks, like mario, luigi, n-gga
new four-fifth got a laser, that’s like a saber
black hoodie, like i’m vader, bustin’ out the g wrangler
he pressed on 6ix9ine, he callin’ to get the gang up
[chorus: benny the butcher]
real street n-ggas get they cake right (get they cake right)
you know i’m plugged in, so i ain’t payin’ they price (uh-huh)
i came through the glass, like safe life (like safe life)
and all them hoes saw was maserati break lights (skrrt), let’s go
all the bad b-tches f-ck with dope artists (uh-huh)
all the bad b-tches f-ck with dope artists (yeah)
all the bad b-tches f-ck with dope artists (f-ck with dope artists)

- struggle mike black soprano family smoke bulga

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