letra de no written - sylvy
yeah
b-tch
yeah yeah
yeah
pop a n-gga like a pill
she suckin’ and f-ckin’ wit’ sk!ll
my n-ggas they shoot like a drill
i get on your sh-t, i get on your ass
n-gga you don’t want that
white forces and they look like crack
black forces i’ma run in yo trap d-mn
fruity loops on the mac
catch a n-gga when he lack
young n-gga and i’m smokin’ the pac
f-ckin’ that b-tch and i hit from the back
make a n-gga bleed just like a tac
heard he snitchin’ yeah i heard that he rat
gotta choppa and its big as a bat
oh sh-t yeah its big as a bat
put a n-gga on a map
put a n-gga on a, obituary
have his body in the cemetery
my n-ggas bangin’ red just like larry
put a n-gga on a shirt
put a n-gga in a box
put em’ on fox
i got the streets on lock
i got the glock
n-gga you can get popped
uh ooh
popped like a chеrry
n-ggas be switchin’ over like a carry
ooh, gеt hit wit’ the drip, dairy
i’ma get every wish, fairy
ooh, i gotta couple of people that don’t even know what i’m doing
get to the bag i’m pursuing
working on fl, but they fruity
drippin’ like faucet
n-ggas be cappin’ i give em’ no caution
ballin’ like harden
n-ggas be trash, garbage
ooh, smokin’ that pac and i pass it like john stockton
yup, n-ggas know me
i’m undercover, just like a sheet
young lil’ hoe wanna suck on the meat
i’ma make her bend over like lean
n-ggas be fake, charades
i do not play no games
do the dash, ooh chase
hey wet, drip right on her face
n-ggas gas be laced
so i’m bout’ to grow my own sh-t bro
these n-ggas sh-t be laced
catch a n-gga and he running wit’ pace
catch a n-gga and i shoot wit’ the choppa
shoot wit’ the llama
black n-gga in the streets like obama
b-tch i be blowin’ up sh-t like osama
yeah n-gga cause i got me a bomb
young n-gga and i’m finna go dumb
f-ck that b-tch then the p-ssy get numb
young n-gga and i put on her tongue
get the bread n-gga you get a crumb
just like a pigeon
my n-gga i don’t do dissin’
my n-gga i don’t do missin’
up the choppa to your face b-tch
b-tch i run up in your place
young n-gga and i spray it like mace
oh sh-t god d-mn
b-tch i’m hot need a fan
b-tch i’m hot like a pan
b-tch i’m hot like a pan
then i make a n-gga ran
choppa make a n-gga dance
chop a n-gga wit’ a stick i ain’t talkin’ bout’ bands
young n-gga got the bands
young n-gga got the cash
i do the dash
hop in the whip and i speed like the flash
young n-gga and you know i’m the man
they watching me like tv demand
catching money i got the plan
illegal straps like taliban
shoot a n-gga right where he stand yeah
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