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letra de in la thuggin - trackmoney p

[intro]
idea comin’ for the 808

[verse 1: trackmoney p]
b-tch thought it was a game until my d-ck up in her
burberry shoes, yo’ b-tch in heels, she cookin’ me dinner
five thousand for the night, i can’t sweat the b-tch
she rock my motherf-ckin’ name like it’s a letterman
i’m in and out the state with big fifty
yo’ b-tch suck me, do anything to get with me
she tryna f-ck with the top dog
type of n-gga get a b-tch n-gga knocked off
you tryna touch a hundred thousand, then call me
young ass n-gga, i was 12, put on by ogs
i knock that b-tches that gone go, she a trophy piece
i started flippin’ on hoes when i was 13
missed move, now a sucka got his chest broke
i f-ck with real n-ggas, real drug dealers, get dope
f-ck [?], you n-ggas b-tch, i ain’t passin’ no pole
from the 30s to the yak back to san jo
new whip big body [?], burnin’ a wood
i was throwin’ up my set hollerin’ f-ck yo’ hood
in la with big dog, i been really coppin’
yo’ n-gga broke, never been no plug, he just window shoppin’
drop top, droppin’ suckas like i’m pq
all night with this fish, this ain’t no seafood
five sixes, trey five leave n-ggas see through
broke ass n-gga, if i was you i’d hate me too
i got rich off these slaps, f-ck a record deal
i been rich since a baby, never miss a meal
she always ask me how i do it, baby free throw
he ask me why i hit his b-tch, i got the cheat codes
[verse 2: 1toprankdemon4]
put me in that cell, what i do, b-tch, i’m takin’ off
rock a sucka jaw, it’s on sight, you better throw them paws
big dog, we top rank, ca to dub state
young n-gga, juvy to the pen, i used to play with shanks
free my lil brother, yeah, i just got off the phone with him
real pole poppers, gotta keep a couple poles with ’em
homies active, like to scr-p n-ggas [?]
handle business, fire up a witness, n-ggas used to snitchin’
[?] on mainline tryna get you gunned down
homies locked down ‘cuz they blew a sucka brains out
he got a big mouth and speakin’ that he is not about
i put these diamonds in my mouth, these b-tches love my smile
thick b-tch shakin’ in the club, she tryna f-ck it up
free my n-gga psycho out the pen, my loco booted up
toprank make yo’ b-tch wet, she tryna come with us
baby, i got heater in my pants, the f-ck you thought it was?
[?] xd, chunky shots out the four nick
you is not the homie, had yo’ pipe but you ain’t blow sh-t
fork it over, pass it up like a hoe b-tch
i should’ve seen the signs, that n-gga broke like a hoe b-tch
pop out, b-tch, we pop out tryna clap n-ggas
really with the business, they know that we ain’t no rap n-ggas
check the score, my n-ggas on, f-ck the last n-ggas
sucka pack up in this blunt wrapped like where you at, n-gga?
loyal to my hood, to my gang, they don’t question me
pancho villa locoz, gang norte, boy, real xiv
we pressin’ on the suckas, ain’t no sucka ever pressin’ me
choppa rounds aired his b-tch until his body leak
[verse 3: tloc 2730]
n-gga, ask about them north side locz, blood, we get to trippin’
loc gang, we addicted to emptyin’ sticks and slappin’ clips in
drop top, droppin’ suckas like i’m pq
four nicks, 5.56s and 7.62s
gettin’ busy every time a n-gga slidin’ through
bounce out broad day throwin’ 30, n-gga, f-ck 22
f-ck with the locoz gang, you get smoked, n-gga
bouncin’ out the load with four nick, this trigga lok
ten mills, fat sticks, four 0s and four nicks
spinnin’ traffic in the foreign tinted up with big stick
n-gga, fat stick on me and it’s hangin’ off the hip
i catch a f-ggot n-gga slippin’, b-tch, i’m yankin’ ’til it cl!ck
f-ck suckas and they mommas, i get paid and then i dip
every time i see you n-ggas, i’m givin’ paint so don’t get chipped
every time i see you n-ggas, i’m feedin’ n-ggas hollow tips
you don’t want it with the 30s ‘cuz them n-ggas keep the sticks

- trackmoney p

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