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letra de f*ck love - sugarhill dede

[intro]
gang-gang-gang
chii
gang-gang-gang
(gang-gang-gang)
it’s that sugarhill dede n-gga
so many deads
grrah, grrah

[verse]
sugarhill n-ggas know how we get
30’s and better, movin like i’m wick
don’t run, don’t go like rick
imma hang out the v tryna dump every trip
like, how is y’all dropping the o
bend through, hop out, i’m gon throw
word to bro, if you know then you know
i can not go, put no trust in a hoe
it’s dede, i’m always gon flock
two tact, sh-t in my pocket
like stop it, you c-cked it
imma just up it and blow like a rocket
catch c blu, he see red
i got a knocka, fill him up with led
in the field, all them n-ggas fled
they know my bop when we spin off the peg
f-ck love, i ain’t new to it
never cappin, n-ggas know i’m true to this
dede gon pull up, empty out the ruger clip
no cap, for notti, i’m booming sh-t
no cap, for dotty, i’m booming it
no cap, see i can {?} do sh-t
imma pull up, flocking at the whip
talking on danny, imma dump the clip
grrah, grrah
matt got hit, started shaking his shoulders
if she cheat, imma up it and throw her
he movin slimy, we wiping his nose up
imma flock out the gun, make em run
you talking on bro, i’m sending more than one
word to bro, for jacking 41
sh-t can get you k!lled, this sh-t not for fun
i can’t wait till i run into pdot
me and bro, spin the 5th tryna take off his treetop
grrah, know how we rock
if i don’t got the gun then how we box (grah, grah)
and they say i don’t cap
can’t forget that ja morant a lap
knocked at ya door, where the f-ck was you at?
late night, tryna catch a pd
you talking on notti, imma slide with dd
if you run, you get put on a tv
i told my b-tch that i’m there if she need me
like no cap, we smoke nick
like no cap, we smoke rip
i’m tryna hop out the whip
like, imma hit em with his b-tch (gang)
what happened to matt and lotti
i’m like scottie, run up on me, i’m sending him hotties
i can never get lined by a thottie
don’t try me, run up on me
i don’t got the gun, i might do you like lotti
in the field, i can’t go out like bobby
n-gga died on the steps, he was yelling for mommy
[outro]
(and you know that we smoking on leroy) (grrah)
(stop talking on bro) (gang)
(cause when i see a two, imma throw) (gang)
({?} a b-tch and he ran on his bro) (suck my d-ck)
(so how is y’all dropping the o)
jayrip got spliffed, for d he go
i ain’t bluffin, i ain’t lyin
40fk and we smoking them n-ggas that’s dying
(grah-grah-boom)
(that dede n-gga) (suck my d-ck) (suck my d-ck)

- sugarhill dede

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