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letra de loyalty boyz - team eastside lil p

[verse 1: team eastside lil p]
n-ggas clap at me, i’ma clap back
send a 223, knock his cap back
lil freaky b-tch a playground, she a snack snack
b-tch, i’m in that red eye, not no scat pack
i don’t fit in with these n-ggas, ’cause they rap cap
b-tch, i feel like t.i.p., i brought the trap back
hit your main b-tch for a rack, and stole my stack back
if you caught me thugging in the spot, b-tch, i ran that

[verse 2: peezy]
just came from out of louis, spent a thousand on a snap back
just left the benz lot and bought a coupe, this ain’t the scat pack
i’ll bring a hundred out, you bring a hundred, bro, let’s match racks
i got so many chips around, i need my own rap snacks
black fat n-gga in a benz, call me fat black
that boy was f-cking round with them m’s, now he a hashtag
told unc this sh-t ain’t [?] i need my cash back
i tipped the bad waitress a stack, ’cause her ass fat

[verse 3 ?]
need a [?] too heavy for a glass bag
if i’m removed from the streets, i sold my last bag
you know i’m bullsh-ting, you know i’m fully in it
i just figured out the perfеct mix, they won’t know the differеnce
[?] change when you 60 up
lil [?] hate, when your watch 60 bucks
sent a b-tch to [?] to get a tummy tuck
i can’t treat you like the one, you let my brother f-ck
[verse 4 ?]
be on my winter grind, until the summer up
50 racks to bro, he just touched, i’m finna turn him up
we got done with that truck, f-ck it, burn it up
said i got something to do with the bodies turning up
your n-gga turning in his grave, just to sum it up
just to give a b-tch a wave, i lift a hundred up
you see that rollie plane jane, that’s like 50 bucks
iced out pinky ring, that’s like 50 plus
they can’t get with us
i don’t see the arguments
look, the price ain’t my price, ain’t no bargoning
a hands off polisy, ain’t no harm in this
we catch you out, put 30 shots in that car you in

[verse5: team eastside lil p]
loyalty boys, we ride foreign toys
popping perks, riding with the drac, b-tch, i’m paranoid
f-ck rap, i still trap, with the girl and boy
[?] pockets on roids, dodge hoes like flloyd
hit your b-tch from the back, put my thumb in it
lil p, why you in the streets? ain’t no love in it
where the sprits [?] with the drugs in it
praying for a small town with a plug in it
n-gga

- team eastside lil p

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