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letra de 40 mil flow - $teven cannon

[verse 1]
if a n-gga try to get me i’ma pull up with the fully loaded tommy
bape [?] n-ggas on my body, wheres the kamikaze when i hit the molly
choppa singin’ like shakira got the hollow tips to if a n-gga want
yellow rims like a funyun, b-tches tryna f-ck a n-gga for the comeup, uh
i need a b-tch from j-pan, uh
runnin’ my bands up
tommy come through with the yam
bae, please say i’m the man
i fought to the lam, they tell me don’t do it again
all of my pieces be hitting, i go jerry [?] when i hit supreme
just copped the beam to the choppa, my work is so dirty, the licence plate clean
n-ggas be acting like hoes, i don’t like a n-gga that play with my green
i’m so in love with rihanna, i hear her voice when this choppa gon sing
tell the cop, like “ha, ha, ho you can’t catch me i’m too fast”
i need the auto pilot tesla, candy paint be green as grass, yuh
i just copped the fo and spilled the whole sh-t on my raf’s
i was bout that home evasion, i ain’t do it with no mask

[verse 2]
n-ggas be feeling themselves on the bars, and be hittin’ l!cks on some occasions
still got the plug with the acid, my diamonds white gold like i go through the sand
my rapping for dummies, i’m lost outta london
i get the best strap from the haitians
if i get rich and if a n-gga want beef, he can find a young n-gga in the canyons
i’m doing numbers, my b-tch straight from [?]
my african b-tch get a lot from my momma
still in the traphouse, i sold my dilemmas
i whip like a chemist, my wife like fionna
rock like i’m [?], my nose in the coke
i blow like a nova, i got the snow blower
don’t f-ck with [?]
and hoes like a gofer, got green like i’m yoda
kick a n-ggas door, with a fishing pool
fendi on the loafers
sydney wanna blow, went out got her coke
now i whip the rover
b-tches wanna play, every single day
room spinnin’ slower
not bout the games, i want riches, not fame, uh
n-gga in green like a grower
cartis on my lens
forgiotto rims, i’m just tryna get em
n-ggas loose they mind, tryna get in mind, jesus know i’m sinning
papa told me can’t let [?] b-tches, still they p-ssies in they feelings
i got my mind on my million, on of kind i’m a [?]

[chorus]
i got coke by the pound, dope by the ounce
lean in my drink, bad b-tches bling, when i hit the town
stash the beam in the rari’, g’s on these carti’s
i got fiends in the party, when i get it started
i got coke by the pound, dope by the ounce
lean in my drink, bad b-tches bling, when i hit the town
stash the beam in the rari’, g’s on these carti’s
i got fiends in the party, when i get it started

- teven cannon

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