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letra de trap files - talibando & wizz havinn

[verse 1: talibando]
i just sent a care package down the way, i hope it make it
told my baby mask up on the drill like he jason
we ain’t have enough for the whole load, we had to take it
kidnap the plug, tie him up, put him in the bas-m-nt
watchin’ cameras in the spot ’cause we paranoid
know the raid comin’ any minute, so we ready for it
we done beat the doors off this b-tch, so we ain’t trippin’
i done broke the d-mn jack tryna press a whole chicken
where thе lean at? this a room full of custos
we tryna get a pint and takе turns on it like a busto
so many chops, thought we owned a gun store
hundred shots on your block, that b-tch smell like gun smoke

[verse 2: wizz havinn]
n-ggas never had no pape’, ain’t seen a honey-bun
can’t hit the store for this, n-gga, customized one-of-one
ain’t finna box, hit a n-gga with this glock, f-ck one-on-one
wrist full of rocks, i walk around big knots and fully guns
i don’t play no games, set up the play and get it done
barely know her name, i f-cked that ho just for the fun
can’t bring the banger in, then i just won’t f-ckin’ perform
this sh-t cost a pretty penny i got sittin’ on my arm
i spent over a twenty for my motherf-ckin’ charm
still’ll slide in a rental, but i got my own foreign
yeah, long live my n-ggas, i been puttin’ on for ’em
with my wrist, i do magic, i got my own form
[verse 3: talibando]
yeah, i done been to war, seen the belly of the beast
bodies haunt me late night, i can’t even go to sleep
sometimes i sit and overthink, so i get high ’til i can’t think no more
countin’ money always calm my nerves until my fingers sore
million dollars worth of game like wallo
i tote big sh-lls, n-ggas better tuck they taco
i need it all, stack it tall, i’m talkin’ every dime
black carhartt, black nike boots, i’m on the grind
i still got a run, i don’t gotta rhyme
cuddy down the way with a half a man and he out on bond
i’ma get this money if i don’t do nothin’ else
bring the bag and work it, i ain’t never needed help
my shirt and shoes from italy, i even got the belt
you don’t wanna be enemies, you end up gettin’ k!lled
smokin’ strong’s got me coughin’ up my lungs, chillin’ in the slums
the streets dried up, these n-ggas barely makin’ crumbs
n-ggas bums, they ain’t got no funds, wanna have some fun?
say it’s on when you see me, sh-t, you better have your gun

- talibando wizz havinn

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