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letra de beatin - t-streets

[verse 1: t-streets]
i’m riding candy, blowing on swishers
whole trunk knocking, got a [?] kickers
rest in peace pimp c, i’m a styrofoam sipper
all screwed up, my cup muddy like a river
check all my jewls, boy, i’m colder than a blizard
making magic on the track, you could say that i’m a wizard
the base in my trunk, it’s shaking all the mearors
[?] yeah, they shining like glitter
cleanest thing in the parking lot, [?] when i’m pulling up
tv’s in the headrest, and i ain’t gotta fold ’em up
[?] and i got [?] roll [?]
imma let the beat beat till [?]
[chorus: young dro]
first, i let my wheels spin, then i let my screen fall
then i let my trunk beat at greenbriar mall, tall
then i let my trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
trunk beat at
trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at

[verse 2: t-streets]
v12, i don’t think you wanna race [?]
paint so wet, that you probably wanna taste it
pass by the second line, all the girls chasing
[?] watching [?] shaking
i never been basic, gave [?]
then it got a nose job, clutching it was no prob
flow masters [?] make it so loud
jeff gordan behind the wheel, streets so wild

[chorus: young dro]
first, i let my wheels spin, then i let my screen fall
then i let my trunk beat at greenbriar mall, tall
then i let my trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
trunk beat at
trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
trunk beat at
then i let my trunk beat at
[verse 3: short dawg]
[?] watch the moder start
top down, so them hoes know what’s up
i’m in the maybach, then i’m probably rolling in the [?]
ghetto boy balling, screans falling like owen heart
i gotta let the [?] to the safest rout
case i bring the catty with me, like i’m playing golf
’cause n-ggas quick to jackin, when they see you in the lamb
body right, [?] whites with the [?]
riding [?] ’bout to hit the booth
looking all around me, like “did i forget the roof?”
’cause them haters can’t stand me, [?]
slab full of candy, like a pinata
beep beep, we too deep, me and t-streets
[?] got us sitting high up like the [?]
you know it’s [?] statis when i ride through
ounding like a bunch of n-ggas wrestling [?]

- t streets

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